"Shen Qingqing, you’ve really forgotten ."
The man’s expression matched his tone, full of grievance.
Standing in the shadows, a glimr of moisture flickered in his eyes.
Shen Qingqing tried to take a closer look but thought better of it and lowered her eyes.
The more silent she was, the more Jiang Zhixun suffered.
"Now, you don’t even want to talk to , do you?"
Shen Qingqing, always composed, now felt completely at a loss.
Regarding the man before her, she had no impression whatsoever; she genuinely didn’t know what to say to him!
Jiang Zhixun muttered to himself, "How can you forget ?"
They had been married, shared the deepest of bonds.
She could forget anyone, but she couldn’t forget him!
What could be crueler than being forgotten by the woman he loved?
A warm drop of liquid swiftly fell from the corner of his eye. Jiang Zhixun turned his head into the shadow, unwilling to let Shen Qingqing see his pathetic, vulnerable appearance.
"Sorry."
Shen Qingqing apologized to him, "My illness hasn’t healed yet, and I’ve forgotten so things. If I’ve offended you in any way, I ask for your understanding."
Jiang Zhixun didn’t want her apology.
His heart surged with wave after wave of bitterness, threatening to drown him.
Yes, she was ill—but she’d planned ahead.
The people she didn’t want to forget, she’d contact regularly and maintained a dedicated notebook, fearful of losing them.
But him, Jiang Zhixun, not even a trace.
She chose to forget him naturally!
Erased all evidence of his existence!
Even her true condition she kept concealed from him.
Could there be anyone in this world more rciless than Shen Qingqing?
Jiang Zhixun wiped his face, trying to appear normal.
His gaze was determined. "It’s okay if you’ve forgotten. I won’t go anywhere. I’ll stay right here. You can forget once, twice—it doesn’t matter. I’ll keep showing up."
The man’s voice was gentle, but his eyes held not only stubbornness but also an unmistakable plea.
Shen Qingqing awkwardly bowed her head, tucking her chin into her scarf.
She still hadn’t told him she was about to leave the country.
Only now did she realize that he was part of the Jiang Family.
But why he wasn’t back at the compound and had co here instead, she didn’t know.
"It’s late; you should rest now."
He had rushed back from the Northwest and must be exhausted.
Most importantly, Shen Qingqing had nothing to say to him.
The way he looked at her was so strange, as if her illness and forgetting him were an unforgivable cri.
The accusatory tone was so overwhelming, it was genuinely disturbing.
Taking out her keys from her bag, Shen Qingqing opened the door to her apartnt. Seconds later, the lights in the living room flickered on.
By the beam of light, she spotted the man’s damp lashes.
She couldn’t tell if it was the remnants of lted snow.
Or if it was...
Shen Qingqing quickly quelled the thought. Whatever the reason, it had nothing to do with her.
She nodded politely and, without hesitation, closed the door.
The beam of light briefly illuminated Jiang Zhixun before disappearing into darkness.
Just like Shen Qingqing’s love for him.
It had started out so bright and fierce but lasted only a short ti.
By the ti he realized what was happening and tried to grasp at the remaining rays of light, she had already forgotten everything.
The door between them now separated two entirely different worlds.
Jiang Zhixun stood motionless, his head bowed, staring at the faint light seeping through the door crack.
It was so fragile.
So insignificant.
With just a lift of her hand, she could extinguish that light.
Just like their relationship—whether they ended or reconciled, the power rested solely in Shen Qingqing’s hands.
He had no room for resistance.
Jiang Zhixun’s eyes grew moist again.
If Shen Qingqing hadn’t lost her mory, he could shalessly cling to her, beg her to go to the civil affairs office to remarry.
But now, facing a Shen Qingqing who rembered nothing, what could he possibly do?
The cold crept up from the soles of his feet, and Jiang Zhixun’s tall figure slumped weakly against the wall.
All the scenarios he’d envisioned on the train evaporated after seeing Shen Qingqing.
She rembered nothing—how could he possibly cling to her?
Would she take him as a complete scoundrel?
Jiang Zhixun never smoked, but now he really wanted a cigarette to ease the turmoil within him.
But he didn’t dare leave, afraid that if he did, sothing might change while he was gone.
He always seed to miss Shen Qingqing.
Ti and ti again.
This ti, he didn’t dare gamble.
With the apartnt’s poor soundproofing, standing in the hallway, Jiang Zhixun could hear movents from inside Shen Qingqing’s ho.
She went to the bathroom to shower, wandered through the house, seeming to pack. But out of consideration for the downstairs neighbors, she kept her movents as quiet as possible.
Had he not been standing right outside the door, and had his hearing not been so sharp, he might have missed these subtle noises.
It wasn’t until the deep quiet of night that the lights inside finally went out.
For so reason, Jiang Zhixun felt anxious.
Raising his hand, he wanted to knock on Shen Qingqing’s door but feared disturbing her rest and leaving her with a bad impression.
Overwheld by frustration, Jiang Zhixun punched the wall.
What on earth could he do to make Shen Qingqing rember him?
...
That night, Jiang Zhixun stayed outside Shen Qingqing’s door, not moving a single step.
He revisited their shared mories and realized how few they truly were.
When Shen Qingqing ca to Beijing, he had already joined the military.
Their ti together was sparse.
The things they’d done together could be counted on one hand.
The past four years had been an utter blank.
The more Jiang Zhixun thought about it, the more he felt like a terrible person, as though he’d wronged Shen Qingqing.
His stubbornness and prejudice had ruined their marriage!
His body stiffened, and when the clock struck 6 in the morning, Jiang Zhixun finally stirred.
He was going to buy groceries and cook for Qingqing.
Whatever mories they’d lost could stay lost—from today onwards, he would create new ones with Qingqing.
This ti, he wouldn’t let Qingqing feel hurt.
Leaving his luggage in the apartnt, Jiang Zhixun pocketed his keys and money and headed out.
Based on Shen Qingqing’s schedule, she wouldn’t be up for another two hours.
By the ti he returned with groceries and had the al ready, the timing would be just right.
Jiang Zhixun strode briskly toward his destination, brimming with energy, showing no trace of the exhaustion from the past few sleepless days.
He had barely left when Shen Qingqing woke up.
She had an appointnt with the doctor and, in an hour, soone was coming to take her to the airport.
Having packed everything in advance, she could leave as soon as the car arrived.
Madam Jiang would help her take care of things at ho, so Shen Qingqing could leave without worry.
This was her first ti traveling abroad; claiming not to be nervous would be a lie, as she’d spent the entire night tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
On this frigid morning, she splashed her face with cold water to wake herself up completely.
Aside from a few changes of clothes, her dical records, and relevant docunts, Shen Qingqing brought nothing else.
She didn’t know when she would return.
Nor did she know whether her illness could be cured.
Taking one last look around her little apartnt, Shen Qingqing exhaled deeply.
This trip was for a better future.
A good thing—it called for joy!
With a soft click, the door locked, and Shen Qingqing walked away without hesitation.
Eventually, she would co back; there was no need to linger.
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