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He started with a series of questions, but it caused Ying Huanhuan to stop in embarrassment. She helplessly watched as the bus drove away and sighed happily. Was she going to go back?

Seeing her fall into silence, he felt his heart ache. Something bad must have happened to her, and she must have been in trouble. Zeng Yaxi bent down and picked up a few bags of rice, but he did not care about the dirt and just hugged them to his chest. He glanced at her again before speaking.

Seeing that she was still standing there in a daze, he grinned and let out a bitter sigh. With a generous and tranquil expression, he said, "Don't worry. I won't let your husband see me."

The word 'husband' in his mouth caused her to be absent-minded for a moment. She switched phones and left that place because she did not want to live within her memories. But now, even a name that she rarely called out in her consciousness could make her absent-minded.

Looking at her dazed expression, Zeng Yaxi felt a sense of sadness. His lips moved a few times, but he still opened his mouth and said, "If you're worried, I'll catch a taxi to take you back, okay?"

His voice became hoarse and weak. Anyone could hear the uncontrollable grief within.

She turned around and silently walked to the side of the road, following him. She inadvertently sized him up, but his hair was still short and his body was tall and straight. He did not seem to be very thin, as if it was no longer overlapping with the boy in casual attire who was walking on the bicycle in her memory.

He put the bags in the car, paid for it, and nodded at her as she got in. Zeng Yaxi smiled faintly and slammed the car door shut. Seeing the car slowly start, he unconsciously took a few steps forward, but quickly got into a car and followed them out …

Compared to the last time he had seen her in high spirits, she looked much more haggard.

He concentrated on driving and followed behind her silently. As he walked further and further away, Zeng Yaxi's brow couldn't help but wrinkle even tighter. After meeting her for a few times, he could tell from her clothes, shoes, and bags that her family was in an excellent condition, but now, he couldn't imagine why she would live in such a place.

He did not dare to get out of the car, afraid that his uncontrollable emotions would affect her life. However, when he saw her struggling to hold those heavy objects and stagger forward, he could no longer control the pain in his heart!

Pushing open the car door, he quickly walked to her side and snatched away the items in her hands. He frowned, glaring at her with annoyance as he hatefully opened his mouth, "Xu Huayan, are you intentionally torturing your own body?"

Huaiyan pursed her lips, not knowing how to reply. Tell her that she's divorced, that her husband has been stolen, and that she has no money left to go out? She couldn't do it.

"It's just that this time, he didn't have the time to come and pick me up. You just happened to bump into him." She smiled at him and said, "Can you help me bring these to the third floor?"

Her expression was calm and unperturbed. Zeng Yaxi was extremely puzzled, but he didn't pursue the matter any further. He helped her carry the items up to the third floor while the landlord of the first floor sneakily peeked his head out.

She prepared to open the door, but he showed no signs of leaving. After a moment of silence, he finally opened his mouth, "Mr. Zeng, then …" "It's getting late, shouldn't you …"

Zeng Yaxi suddenly raised his head. His bright black eyes locked onto her face, choking on her joyful words. Such a fiery gaze made her unable to escape. She knew what he was thinking, which was why she felt so uneasy.

"You've lost a lot of weight."

He suddenly opened his mouth, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something. He sounded so hoarse that it made one's heart ache.

"Perhaps, perhaps he has vomited a lot these past few days …"

His eyes, on the other hand, were growing darker and darker, and the pain in his heart seemed to have immersed him. Zeng Yaxi lowered his head and slowly turned around, his unswerving expression fading from his immature face. He had long given up the past half year's training as he could not bear to see her strength.

"I'm leaving …"

he murmured, hearing her say goodbye without hesitation.

He stopped and when he turned around, his smile was bright and warm, "I've been here for more than twenty years and am familiar with everything. If you need help, remember to call me. "Then, goodbye, Xu Huayan."

When he went downstairs and watched the car drive away, she took out her keys and opened the door. Just as she was about to go in, the landlady stuck her head down the stairs and looked curiously at the car leaving, "Huaiyan, who was that man just now?"

"A friend."

With a gentle smile, she carried the bags into the room.

"He looks pretty rich and he's very nice to you …"

The landlord continued to ask, his melon seeds flying all over the place. His eyes could only focus on her smiling face, "Huaiyan, your child's father is still not back yet?"

"Yeah." Huaiyan indifferently replied.