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He lowered his head and looked at her with tender and pained eyes. His small face, which was already the size of a palm, became even thinner after a few days of not seeing her.

He would protect her properly, so that she wouldn't be tired, and so that she wouldn't wander around the country, where she would be properly kept.

He knew that he owed her a lot, that he would never be able to repay her in this life. And he didn't intend to repay her, so he kept them tied together.

She had a very good appearance, and he always knew that she was very beautiful. It was not the seductive and enchanting kind of beauty, but the kind that made people feel comfortable the first time they laid eyes on her.

He suddenly recalled the scene when they first met, and how she looked.

She was in her early twenties at the time, but she still looked like a minor girl to him.

His memory was a little blurry. He couldn't remember what he had said, but he could clearly remember her panic-stricken eyes, like that of a frightened fawn.

Later, he realized that the look was full of pleading and forgiveness, and that she was extremely afraid of him. However, at that time, he was unwilling, and insisted on marrying her.

He had never regretted marrying her, but he knew that she would definitely marry him.

He remembered not having made any promises, not having a grand wedding, not even a ring. He had met her for the second time, pulled her into the car, and drove her to the Civil Affairs Bureau without a word.

She seemed to know what he was going to do, but she didn't say anything.

He remembered that just as he was about to walk through the door of the Civil Administration Bureau, he finally couldn't hold it in and asked in a cold voice.

"Are you sure you want to marry me?"

She replied with an expressionless face.

"Do I have a choice?"

Perhaps because her arrogance had aroused his desire for conquest, he no longer spoke and walked straight in.

She followed him, her heart dead.

They didn't look like people who came to get married. They looked like people who came to get divorced, and then all he had was hatred and anger for her.

However, when she got the marriage certificate, she tore it into pieces and threw it into the air.

He thought she'd ripped the marriage certificate out of anger, and he grabbed her chin.

"What do you mean? Regret it? "

She spoke softly.

"No, I will spend the rest of my life to atone for my sins. I have let down my sister, and I have also let down you, so unless you say divorce, I will do this for the rest of my life."

Hearing that, he slowly lowered his hand. That was the first time he had looked at her carefully.

He did not know what kind of mood she had used to say those words, whether it was because her heart was dead or because she was struggling in despair, preferring to block off his happiness for the rest of his life.

She was going to spend the rest of her life atoning for the sin that was nothing.

What she had said at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau seemed, now that I think about it, like a love speech.

He couldn't help but smile when he thought of the past, but he quickly stopped because he knew that the pain he brought to her was far more than just forcefully marrying her.

He tortured her, humiliated her, and tried to ease the anger and unwillingness in his heart.

However, every time she calmly listened to the story and left, she would never complain.

But the more unconcerned she became, the angrier he got, and then he started torturing her and humiliating her.

Now that he thought about it, he realized just how much of a bastard and pervert he had been back then.

He had bet all his responsibility of losing Duan Wenyu on her, but he had gradually forgotten the reason why he married her back then.

He gradually stopped thinking about Duan Wenyu, and his gaze was attracted to her. He paid more and more attention to her.

However, the more she paid attention to him, the more she realized that apart from going out to buy daily necessities, she had never been out for more than an hour.

He found that she had never looked for a friend, and no friend had come to look for her. She was like a child who had been abandoned by the world, and no one remembered her, and no one cared about her.

Other than talking to the dolls on the bed, the only thing she did every day was stare.

Sitting in front of the French windows, hugging his knees and looking out the window, he had seen it many times, always.

Like a poor child, like a prisoner, eager for freedom.

Only later did he learn that she had really thought of herself as a prisoner, that she had imprisoned herself in a prison of self-reproach and guilt.

However, he couldn't be blamed on her, because everything was because of him. He stubbornly believed that she was the one who killed Duan Wenyu, so all of the faults and crimes were placed on her.

In fact, he was the one who had imprisoned her.

He saw her loneliness, but he could not understand the message in her eyes.

He tried to get to know her, to get close to her, but she was like a hedgehog, curling herself up and stabbing him.

He grew more and more agitated, more and more reluctant to see her, and less and less fond of going home.

But when she came home late one night and saw her cooking in the kitchen, she hurt herself after a flurry of hands and feet.

When she looked up and saw him, she was suddenly stunned. A hint of a smile flashed in her eyes, and when she looked at the mess in the kitchen, she suddenly spread her hands in a nonchalant manner.

"I wanted to cook supper. Forget it, I'll clean it up."

Her indifferent attitude suddenly made him angry. He glanced at her, but said nothing. He turned around and left.

When he returned to his room, he realized that it had been three months since her first day, and that he had never eaten at home in three months.

He hadn't seen her cook either. He could tell from the way she cooked that she wasn't very good at cooking, so what had she eaten for so long?

There was no nanny to cook at home, just the two of them, but he always ate at home.

For some reason, he suddenly came to the kitchen. Ever since he bought the mansion, he had never come in and almost forgot what the kitchen looked like.

He reached out to turn on the light and saw that the kitchen was already packed and neatly arranged.

He looked around. Many things were new. The bottles and jars used for cooking were almost unsealed, which meant that she hadn't cooked for a long time.

What does she eat? Was this the first thought in his mind?

He looked around and then reached out to open the cabinet. As soon as he opened the cabinet, something fell out. He picked it up doubtfully.

Cow noodles with pickled vegetables in an old pot?

This … this is instant noodles? He couldn't help but laugh.

He stuffed the instant noodles back into the cupboard, but he didn't know what was inside. He was shocked to see that the entire cupboard was filled with instant noodles.

He then opened all the cabinets in the kitchen, and was immediately stunned. The cabinets were filled with colorful wrappers, all of them were instant noodles.

He looked at her carefully. This girl really knew how to classify things. She actually chose the plate of instant noodles and divided it up according to her taste.

Every cupboard was a brand, a flavor of instant noodles.

He opened the fridge again. She didn't even let go of the fridge. Other than water, there was also instant noodles.

Was she going to open a grocery store in his house? As he thought about it, he realized that she had been eating instant noodles all along.

He could not help but feel some regret. He should have thought of this long ago. Because there was no one to take care of her, she could only eat instant noodles.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he watched the entire kitchen being occupied by instant noodles. He went upstairs to make a phone call.

The next morning, he was awoken by the smell of food.

When he went downstairs, he saw Aunt Liu busy with work in the kitchen.

He also saw her sitting at the dining table, eagerly looking at the rich breakfast on the dining table, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

It was the first time in a long time that he had seen her smile, and the way she looked when she did it.

His gloomy and restless mood suddenly became better after seeing her smile in the morning.

Her smile then, like a ray of sunlight, suddenly shone into his gloomy world.

After that, every ray of sunlight and every smile he saw was not as gentle as when she lowered her head.

With the days at Aunt Liu, her mood gradually became better, because there was finally someone who could accompany her, even if that person was only a babysitter.

He went from neglect to attention to concern. He carefully sat down with each step, afraid that she would discover him.

He didn't know when his heart had changed, nor did he know when he had fallen in love with her.

But to love was to love. There was no reason for it, just because she was her and he loved her.

His grandfather's death had dealt a great blow to him, but at that time, he had already taken over the position of CEO. He could only hide all his emotions in his heart, and no matter how sad his heart was, he had to remain cold.

However, his so-called strength and concealment was something that no one could see through. However, she was able to see through it with a single glance.

Before his grandfather left, he had held his hand to make him treat her well. At that moment, he nodded sincerely, but she didn't know what had happened.

That night, his grandfather's illness worsened and he stood on the hospital's balcony irritably to the point where he was blown by the wind. It was unknown when she quietly came to his side and whispered to him.

"If you want to cry, then cry."

He looked at her. She was so small and soft, standing beside him like a child, but she was so self-righteous that she wanted to comfort him.

He didn't pay any attention to her. He knew that his grandfather's illness was already something he didn't care about anymore. It was just that he was temporarily unable to accept it and couldn't get rid of the boredom in his heart.