Su Wanxin comforted Yangyang for a while, coaxing him back to sleep before finally letting out a sigh of relief. Then, she turned to the man who had been standing by the whole ti and asked him softly, "Where do you want to take ?"
"To my place, to show you sothing."
Upon hearing his reply, images of the photos of herself hanging in his room instantly flashed through Su Wanxin’s mind.
She stiffened, refusing.
She didn’t know what she would say if he asked her to look at those photos.
At the mont, Fu Shihan was feeling very irritable. His mother-in-law disliked him, and when dawn ca, there would be countless unsightly suitors showering attention on the woman he loved.
He needed to let her know sothing, to get her to agree to sothing.
Su Wanxin refused to go with him, so he forcefully and shalessly kissed her, lifting her up and heading outside. As they passed the stairs, they both involuntarily glanced upwards.
The two of them were like teenagers in the midst of rebellion, sneaking out at night behind their parents’ backs to do sothing naughty.
A few minutes later, they arrived next door. Fu Shihan entered the room, closed the door behind him, and let out a breath of relief, feeling like he had stolen so treasure from a neighbor’s house.
Su Wanxin was silent the whole way, thinking that once he took her to the bedroom to see those photos, she might as well play dead. She would remain silent no matter what he asked, just pretending was the right thing to do.
But to her surprise, he didn’t take her to the bedroom; instead, they went to the study.
Fu Shihan sat in front of the computer and forced Su Wanxin to sit on his lap, embracing her in his arms.
He turned on the computer, hesitated for a mont, but ultimately decided to follow the desire from the bottom of his heart.
"You just said that maybe you like , but you can live without . The ti you were not here, I lived very well, didn’t I?"
He repeated her earlier words with excellent mory, then let out a self-mocking laugh.
This past year had been the most torturous year of his life, without equal.
He logged into his email, and under Su Wanxin’s puzzled and incomprehending gaze, he opened an email from his inbox.
Su Wanxin did not understand what he was trying to do, until the attachnt in the email was opened and she saw a familiar face in that video.
She gasped for breath, her eyes fixed on the screen.
The man in the video, the one holding her right now, had a mischievous bad-boy smile and looked incredibly insouciant. He was holding a photograph, and the person in it was equally familiar to her, as it was herself.
He said that if one day you forget her, you must find her and be good to her. She is not an Amulet, she is life.
The video was very short, a matter of seconds.
The person in it was concise with his words, clear in his objective. He reminded and warned the viewer to find her and be good to her.
"You said to trust your own choice, so this is my choice."
Fu Shihan held the person in his arms, who was trembling slightly from crying, and spoke to her word by word.
"Every month, on the first day, I receive the sa email, sent from my own account. Guess if I lived well during the year you were gone."
He didn’t an to make her cry, if she weren’t so resistant to him, he wouldn’t want to show her all these things.
He was accustod to pride, not used to bowing down to anyone.
Showing her these definitely amounted to bowing down, to telling her—
Look, it wasn’t who chose to forget you.
Look, how anxious I’ve been since you left.
Look, even if I really forgot you, I still never gave up.
Look, I love you.
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