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That's right, it was useless to oppose. He could only support her. If he didn't, then he was worried that she would lose her grandson like how he had lost his daughter. That year, Yimei was in love with a little singer in China. She insisted on marrying him and even broke off her relationship with her family. Amei was very arrogant, even if she was abandoned in the end, she didn't go back to Japan until before dying, only then did she send a message to Yoda.

When Jan returned to the cabin in the summer, he found it funny to see the snowman in the courtyard holding a broom so proudly. He had piled it up with Shushu.

Inside, he felt warm all over. He saw Shu Shu sitting at the low table, making tea.

"You're back?" She happily put down the teapot and brought him a cup of fresh tea, "Come and try it."

Xia Yang picked it up, took a sip, and said with a smile, "Too much honey."

Shu Shu felt a sense of loss. It was obviously made according to the book. "Then I will just have a bath again."

"No," said Dayan, finishing her drink and handing her the quilt. "It's very sweet. I like it. Have another cup."

Shu snickered. "Alright."

She made another cup and handed it to him. He took the cup, but his fingers were still pinching hers as he looked at her with incomparable gentleness.

Shu Shu shrunk, frowned out of instinct and immediately changed the subject, "It's cold outside today, I don't dare to go out." His heart had been empty for the past few days, as if she was missing a corner. Seeing the snow made him less excited, as if she didn't want to go out and play. Sometimes her heart would ache, and then her eyes would tear, and the pain would flow for a while, and then it would automatically heal.

In the summer, Jan's heart tightened. Every time they came into contact with her skin, she was always on guard. "It's very cold, so don't go out."

"Well, I'll listen to you," ShuShu said, glancing at him for a moment before noticing the wound on his face. "What's wrong here?"

"I slipped and bumped into him. It's fine."

"Oh …" She didn't ask any more questions and continued to study the Way of Tea. Regarding his matters, she didn't really care much about it.

Xia Yang put down the teacup and slowly sat beside Shu. Feeling Shu about to get up, he quickly put his hand on her shoulder. He looked at her affectionately and slowly drew closer. Shu Shu panicked. She wanted to retreat, but her shoulder was pressed by him. Instinctively, she used her hand to push his chest. She didn't want to get so close to him.

"Shushu, we have always been in love," he said, hypnotizing her like a spell. "You love me very much, and I love you very much, and we are already getting ready to get married. Your wedding dress, you said you wanted me to design it myself, I've already planned it, but I want to give you a surprise so I can show it to you on your wedding day, okay?"

ShuShu felt waves of discomfort. She had no impression of what he said at all. What was love like? She didn't know. Did she love this man in front of her?

Summer slowly approached. His lips were only three centimeters away from hers, and the air between them was exchanged.

At this moment, Shu Shu suddenly pushed him away and jumped up from the ground. "Don't do that!"

After a moment of inattention, Xia Yang was actually pushed to the ground by her. He couldn't help but laugh, and after that, there was no longer any expression on his face. It was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry.

Shushu was somewhat frightened, falling back against the wall. She had never seen his expression before, and it was somewhat terrifying.

Xia Yang suddenly stood up, and Shu Shu directly cried out in alarm, leaning against the wall as she began to walk out. Summer took a big step in her way, admitting that he was impulsive, but he had to make sure of one thing: what was her place in Shushu's mind, and whether she saw him as her fiancé as he had expected.

"Ah, what are you trying to do?!" Shushu hugged herself tightly in fear. This was her most instinctive form of self-protection. She definitely wouldn't allow anyone to touch her.

"I'm your fiancé. We're going to get married. ShuShu, we're going to get married." "Do you know? It's normal for couples to have intimate behavior. What are you resisting? "

"Don't come near me. I don't want to hear it. I'm not going to talk about it." She covered her ears with her hands and shook her head.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms, ignoring her shouts and struggles. He lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.

Ah!" He saw that Shu's lips were covered with blood, and that his tongue had been bitten through.

Shu Shu collapsed to the ground in fear, covering her mouth as she stared dumbly at the scene before her. She hated such intimate contact. It was very, very extreme. Her heart began to throb again, and tears began to trickle down her cheeks. Every now and then, the side face of the man in the car would appear in her mind, and she would be frightened, and her heart would ache.

The pain in his tongue calmed him down a little, and ShuShu's crying made him extremely regretful. He crouched down to comfort her, but ShuShu simply waved his hand away.

Shu Shu's heart was in so much pain that it was hard for her to even breathe. Summer was at a loss of what to do. "I'm sorry, I was impulsive. I apologize, I admit my wrongs. Please don't be sad, alright?"

She locked herself in the bathroom, wiped her lips with her hand, turned on the tap, and splashed water on her face. The cold tap water made her hands and face turn red. She looked at herself in the mirror, and there was a tiny red rash on her cheeks. Her lips were very red because she had been forcefully kissed.

Her trembling hands squeezed out a bit of ointment and began brushing her teeth. The foam in her mouth grew more and more, and the inside of her mouth became colder and colder until it was a little spicy. She looked at herself in the mirror and a similar scene vaguely flashed in her mind.

She had brushed her teeth so many times that she could not brush enough. She hated the kiss of summer so much that she could not accept it.

"Duk Duk Duk Duk", Xia Yang was worried. He kept knocking on the door. "Shu Shu, are you alright?" "Sorry, I was too impulsive. I won't do that again without your permission. Can you open the door?"

Shu Shu spat out the toothpaste in her mouth, washed her mouth before opening the door. She glared at him in displeasure, pushing him away and heading to her bedroom. "I'm fine. I'm tired. I want to sleep for a while."

When he saw that she was safe and sound, he felt relieved. "Alright, then I'll call you over for dinner later. Have a good rest." He turned and saw the wet sink and the thin foam of toothpaste that had yet to be washed away.

ShuShu buried herself in the bed. She always felt empty inside, and every time she tried to remember, it was to no avail. She knew she was ill, a serious illness, caused by a car accident, and she couldn't remember many things, but she had never suspected that Summer Young was the first person to understand her language, and the only one who could communicate with her.

She didn't suspect the relationship between them, the lover, the engagement, or the marriage. However, she was unable to accept his intimacy from the bottom of her heart. She felt disgusted.

Her heart was starting to hurt again, and tears were streaming down her face onto the pillow. She was thinking, she was thinking, but she didn't know what she was thinking.

At the moment, Ling Qiao was in a meeting room, discussing with the PR Department how to explain to the media about Shen Xiaoxuan being trapped in Japan.

"Eh!" Ling Qiao's heart suddenly hurt, the pen in his hand fell to the ground, and the plan he was explaining was also interrupted.

"What's wrong?" Deng Zijun, who was standing at the side, asked.

Ling Qiao waved his hand, "It's fine, you guys continue. I'll go out for a while."

When he arrived at the balcony to take a breather, the heartache faded a bit, but it was still unbearable. That whipping just now had really hurt him.

He lit a cigarette and smoked on the balcony in the dead of winter. It was cool and exciting.

"Ling Qiao," Chen Jia Qian patted his shoulder. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." He raised his cigarette, indicating that he should take one as well.

Chen Jia Qian shook his head and said, "Little Xuan is here today, do you want to kill me?"

Ling Qiao smiled with a hint of envy, but it was mostly bitterness. If there was comfort and comfort, he wouldn't dare to slap his. He said, "What? You became a wife so quickly? "

"I said I was afraid of irritating you."

"Yeah, I was." Ling Qiao placed his hands on the railing and stuck his head out, letting the cold wind blow against him even more brazenly. "I felt a little heartache just now. If I said that I felt Shu Shu was asking for help, would you think that I was dreaming?"

Chen Jiaxi was surprised, "It can't be so strange, right?!" Then he laughed again. "You must have stayed up late to get yourself examined at the hospital."

Ling Qiao sighed, "Perhaps, this is bad. His body is truly burnt out …" He kicked hard at the steps, chagrined, the cold wind stinging his nose.

Chen Jia Qian withdrew his smile. He knew that Ling Qiao's heart was suffering. Every time Ling Qiao felt unwell and was unable to vent it out, he would stamp his feet, just like just now. "I'm serious," he said seriously. "Checking up on your body, if necessary, and seeing a psychiatrist may help you with some of your pain."

Ling Qiao took a deep drag from his cigarette. He felt the cold air from the cigarette rush into his lungs, and unexpectedly, he choked and coughed incessantly. He threw away his cigarette in frustration and stomped the butt out. "Come on, let's go back to the meeting."

The result of their discussion was that the company and Shen Xiaoxuan released a statement together, saying that what happened in Japan was just a misunderstanding, and that it was both a waste of time and effort. No matter how serious and rigorous the discussion was, the media would always guess that every dog was a good screenwriter.

Also because of this incident, the company decided to give Shen Xiaoxuan a month of leave. In her words, all the grievances she had suffered in Japan were all worth it.

Ling Qiao took some time to go to the hospital to check his body. Right now, he was beginning to pay attention to his health. Stomach perforation was not a good thing, insomnia was not a good thing, angina was also not a good thing.

Fortunately, the results of the examination all passed, his body condition is now very healthy.

Compared to his body, Dr. Lin was more worried about his mental state. "Ling Qiao, how is your sleep quality recently?"

"Not so good. Sometimes I wake up when I'm asleep, but it's much better than staying awake all night."

"Un, that's good. Let's be more open then. Don't keep on thinking about the past."

Ling Qiao suddenly asked a very strange question, "Doctor Lin, is there really a theory about telepathy in this world? Is that for real? Or fake? "

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