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She had never seen such a fragile Shen Cunhao, held in her arms like a child, quiet and fragile. She thought of their marriage five years ago, of every day they had been married, of how he had gone to the city to look for her, how he had talked to her outside the room, how he had smiled so forlornly when they had met again, how he had seemed to have dreamed a long, long dream, and now she was beside him, and he was beside her.

"Hao, you have to be fine. We have a lifetime to live, a lifetime …"

She pressed her ice-cold face against his burning forehead. He must have felt very uncomfortable, so he couldn't take it anymore.

The doctor arrived soon after, and as he removed the gauze, he beamed at the sight of the swelling and glow around the long wound, as well as the signs of pus. He rearranged the wound, gave him an anti-inflammatory needle, and hung up the antipyretic solution.

Huaiyan hugged him and couldn't help but start crying. Why would she be so ruthless towards him that day? Recalling the scene of her smashing that small teacup on his forehead, she felt a lingering fear. If it was in the wrong place, would he have died?

And he hadn't said a word of reproach from the beginning to the end. Until now, he had been hiding it from her, afraid that she would worry.

"Ah Hao …" If Shen Canghao were to smash this cup on her body, she would probably cause a huge ruckus. No matter how he tried to explain himself, he wouldn't be able to forgive her.

It was already deep in the smoke, and he could not sleep in the lighted room.

She looked around the huge guest room and strangely discovered that the layout here was exactly the same as the first hotel she and Shen Canghao had shared six years ago. The same entrance hall, the same living room, the same balcony, the same French windows. She stood up and wrapped her soft robe tightly around her.

Leaning on the windowsill, she looked at the cigarette butts in the ashtray and couldn't help sighing. When he was ready, the first thing he did was ask him to quit smoking, and she remembered that he smoked very fiercely, and she wanted him to have a healthy body that would accompany her and keep her warm for a long, long time.

Seeing that it was already late at night, she touched Shen Canghao's forehead. The heat faded a little, reassured her, and tucked his blanket tightly around her. She was afraid that her happiness would affect him, so she leaned against the sofa for a while.

She woke up early in the morning, thinking that he might be hungry, she called the hotel and asked if there was any congee she wanted. Thus, she got up, left a note for him, opened the door and walked out.

She took the elevator to the lobby. When the elevator door opened, she could hear a man talking on the phone outside the elevator. The man's voice sounded familiar, and he didn't seem to care.

She was in a hurry to buy porridge for Ah Hao. She stepped out of the elevator and headed towards the main hall without even lifting her head. At this moment, someone suddenly grabbed her arm. "Joy?"

The voice was filled with surprise and disbelief.

Huaiyan felt her mind go blank for a moment. She turned around and saw a refined face with near-sighted glasses. When she looked again, it was actually Song Jianming.

A first love she hadn't seen in six years, the man who had hurt her so badly.

Huaiyan was stunned for a moment, but she found herself smiling politely at him, "Hello, Mr. Song."

"Huaiyan, are you in the United States? "Why haven't I seen you before?" Song Family seemed to be very excited. Moreover, she sized him up with a few glances. Looking at his clothes and his slightly bloated and rosy face, she thought, he was doing pretty well.

"Sir and I came over for a vacation. We just arrived yesterday." With a smile, she pulled her arm away from his shackles and answered with a smile.

"You and mister?" May I ask who your husband is? " The smile and radiance on Song Family's Ming's face seemed to fade a little and he was a little disappointed.

"Shen Canghao." She was clear to the bottom, and the Song Family was momentarily absent-minded. It was unknown if he had forgotten about the relationship between the two of them, but he stared at her as if he had not heard her reply: "Yan'er, you're still as beautiful and innocent as you were in the past …"

"Are you trying to call me stupid?" She smiled, but no longer wanted to talk to him, "I'm sorry, Mr. Song. I still have things to do. Goodbye."

"Yan'er, Yan'er, can we have a cup of coffee together?" We haven't seen each other in five or six years. Should we go reminisce about the past? " The Song Family saw that she was about to leave and could not help but to chase after her, asking politely and carefully.

She smoothed her long, loose hair with a smile that was not shallow at all, "Mr. Song, my husband is sick. I need to go buy porridge for him. I don't have time today, let's change the day."

She just wanted to give him a perfunctory reply, but unexpectedly, he took out his name card and handed it to her. He then said, "Yan'er, this is my name card. When you're free, you must give me a call."

This person, we'll meet again in six years. Not only did he not mention the past, he even seemed to be very familiar with her, like an old friend that had not seen her for many years. His reaction was not out of guilt or embarrassment, but he deliberately chose not to mention it, wanting to show that he did not care and did not repent.

She took the card, nodded, and walked past him to the reception desk that looked like a hall.