The drawer was still unlocked. She rembered it was always locked before; did he forget to lock it?
She glanced at the door. No one seed to be coming in for now. She gently opened the drawer, and the notebook was still in its place.
With a heart full of anxiety, she carefully took out the notebook and quickly flipped to the back, stopping at the place she hadn’t read before.
It’s snowing again, I miss you very much.
He rarely expressed his longing so directly; Gu Qimiao was stunned by these words.
Snowing? They first t on a snowy day—her birthday was the day they t. When it snowed, she missed him dearly as well. But who did he miss?
Putting those thoughts aside, she continued flipping through the pages and finally found a clue related to the protagonist. But why did this sentence feel so familiar and give her a suspicion in her heart?
"Maybe I shouldn’t have brought you ho back then, so you’d belong only to now."
Brought ho? She was picked up by him and brought ho. Could it be, after her, there was another girl like that? Or...
She didn’t dare to dwell on that outco. The person he deeply missed, how could it possibly be her?
Afraid soone might co in, she skimd through the middle pages hastily and ended up at the last recorded words in the notebook: 18 years, you finally ca back. When we eloped, I was very worried, afraid you wouldn’t co with .
Gu Qimiao was completely dumbfounded. A flash of lightning struck her mind, leaving her shocked and bewildered, and her thoughts ca out in a broken manner.
At first glance, the previous words did not reveal much, but the more she read, the more they aligned with her situation. Could it be...
Gu Qimiao’s hands trembled slightly with excitent. She saw another box in the drawer and, as if to confirm sothing, quickly took it out and opened the lid. She was completely stunned...
The box was filled with photos—so had turned yellow, and so were clearly taken in recent years. The protagonist in these photos was her!
If the notebook had not specified that the person was her, now it was undeniably confird.
A quick glance showed that the photos were taken intermittently since she went to Italy, recording her growth.
So of the photos she couldn’t even rember where they were taken. Could it be that he, like her, once stared blankly at her photos as well?
Gu Qimiao felt her heart was about to jump out of sheer excitent. Shen Yanchen liked her?!
The news didn’t even feel real; was this a dream?
A figure suddenly passed by the door. Gu Qimiao hurriedly put everything back in the drawer, stood up, and looked at the door. No one ca in; it was just soone passing by.
She quickly walked back to the sofa and sat down. Her heartbeat had never been so fast.
It turned out they were so close. If either one of them had taken a step forward, would they have been together long ago?
But thinking carefully, in everyday life, she hadn’t noticed his feelings at all.
Was it because he hid it too well, or she didn’t pay attention?
Now, she couldn’t calm down to sort things out. Restless, her eyes fell on that drawer. She wanted to read the parts of the notebook she hadn’t seen, to see what else he wrote about her.
Just as she had this thought, a sound ca from the door. Turning her head, she saw him walking in with large strides. As soon as he entered, his gaze fell on her, making Gu Qimiao feel a bit shy and avert her eyes.
"Why are you here today?" Shen Yanchen asked, thinking of last night’s conversation with Gu Moming. He roughly guessed she might have co to talk about divorce, following Gu Moming’s words.
Gu Qimiao was startled, quickly organizing her thoughts on why she ca here. Then she pondered... should she still divorce him now?
If they both had feelings for each other, wouldn’t divorce be regrettable?
She hadn’t made up her mind, but she honestly did not ntion anything about "divorce."
"I—I ca to talk about work."
Shen Yanchen raised an eyebrow, "Talk about work?"
"...Hmm, the drafts we discussed before, I’ve almost finished them. I left ho in a hurry today and didn’t bring them, so I wanted to co and select so photos with you, to finalize the drafts."
Shen Yanchen was even more puzzled. She wasn’t here to talk about divorce.
Moreover, her appearance clearly suggested she was making things up. She had just finalized quite a few drafts a few days ago before leaving. It had only been two days since, plus she had to take care of Gu Moming in the hospital—there was no ti for work.
He didn’t know what she was up to, so he decided to wait and see, casually throwing so files on the table and sitting opposite her.
"How long have you been here?"
"Not long, just a little while." Gu Qimiao glanced at him sneakily, then took out her phone from her bag. In reality, she wasn’t prepared to select drafts; she was just pretending.
"Let’s reselect these photos..."
Shen Yanchen glanced at them and said, "Weren’t these already selected before?"
Gu Qimiao felt embarrassed but forced herself to continue, "I... forgot to save them last ti, so I have to trouble you to select them again."
Shen Yanchen stared at her profile. Her behavior had been strange these past few days.
First, she distanced herself for no reason, and now she was finding ways to see him. Did she miss him after just one day?
He didn’t expose her lies, accompanying her in selecting the photos again without ntioning the sketchbook he saw last night.
Deliberately dragging out the ti, spending longer than the first selection just to extend it to noon, so he could have lunch with her.
After knowing that he liked her too, Gu Qimiao started observing his every move and even his expressions. But looking at his deanor, she couldn’t tell anything. He appeared calm, as if he was socializing with his business partners.
In front of soone you like, shouldn’t you be nervous and shy? Was it just her feeling that way?
His natural actions revealed nothing. She couldn’t see any sign that this man secretly liked her.
"Do you have to go to the hospital afterward?" He picked up the teacup, poured her a cup of tea, and asked simultaneously.
Gu Qimiao nodded, "I need to take care of Mo Ming."
Shen Yanchen then asked, "When do you plan to co back to take care of your husband?"
The action of handing the tea paused; she glanced at his expression. If it were before, she would have thought he was joking, but now she sensed a bit of jealousy. She suppressed a smile, didn’t answer, and lowered her head to take a sip of tea.
"There are so many people in the Gu family, but it has to be you to serve him?"
"It’s not quite like that... but sotis he’s in a bad mood and gets angry easily with people he’s not familiar with."
Shen Yanchen fell silent. He knew Gu Moming’s character—spoiled and wilful since childhood. The only person who could manage him was Gu Qimiao, but this woman was his wife!
"So you plan to continue indulging him like this?"
Gu Qimiao held the cup with both hands, neither nodding nor shaking her head.
She knew Shen Yanchen and Gu Moming never got along well; it had been like this even before. But Gu Moming was injured, and she couldn’t just ignore him. After all these years, the two of them had been taking care of each other. She felt the only way she could truly let go would be if Gu Moming got married and found a sister-in-law so she wouldn’t have to worry anymore.
But given the situation, rembering the last blind date for him, it seed unlikely to find his wife anyti soon.
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