When Huo Zhixing arrived home, he heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.

His heart tightened, but he dared not make any move and could only stand there quietly.

He recalled what Shen Xiao had said: Jiang Can's unusual behavior was a form of post-traumatic stress disorder.

“She has a relatively mild case,” Shen Xiao told him. “The best solution is psychological counseling, but… the one who tied the knot must untie it. Since the root of the problem lies with you, you are the best psychologist.”

Huo Zhixing took a deep breath.

He really wanted to be the psychologist, but Jiang Can didn't give him any chance to get close to her.

Just then, the bathroom door opened, and Jiang Can, wrapped in a bath towel, walked out. She suddenly looked up and met his gaze, and screamed in fright.

“Can Can…”

Before he could say a word, Jiang Can lowered her head and quickly went into the bedroom, closing the door tightly.

That door seemed to separate them into two different worlds.

After a while, Jiang Can opened the door a crack and peeked at him. She watched him tidy up the house in the small living room, bringing in the clothes from the balcony one by one and folding them neatly.

He couldn't fold it before, but now he folds it exceptionally well.

In fact, he was willing to give everything and change himself for her.

Jiang Can pursed her lips, a feeling of wanting to cry stuck in her throat.

Two days later, she moved back to Yin Wenxi's place. At times like these, she wanted to be with her mother even more.

Since being discharged from the hospital, Yoon Moon-hee's mental state has improved significantly under the control of medication, and her daily life is no longer affected.

This period was a rare moment of clarity for her. Upon hearing about her daughter's ordeal, she felt even more remorseful and distressed, and devoted herself wholeheartedly to taking care of Jiang Can.

Although she still has nightmares, being back with her mother makes her feel much more at ease.

But that person's image still lingers in my mind.

When she calmed down, she often asked herself, "Is all the good times of this year really less important than an identity?" However, she knew that what she really cared about was his concealment.

"What a pity," Yin Wenxi sighed softly. "I've never even met this son-in-law before. Will I never see him again?"

"Mom!" Jiang Can glanced at her, suddenly unsure of what to say.

“Can Can, I think people should follow their hearts.” Yin Wenxi said in a low voice, “Status, status, and wealth are all external things. The feelings between two people should be pure, without these worldly considerations.”

"Listen to your own heart. If you still love him, you should be with him!"

“But…” Jiang Can pursed her lips, hesitating to speak.

She turned around, changed her shoes, and went out. "We're out of groceries at home, so I'm going to the supermarket to buy some."

"Oh, why don't you bring a fish back with you? Mom will show off her cooking skills for you tonight!"

Jiang Can nodded in agreement, but her mind was still in turmoil. Going out to buy groceries was just an excuse; she wanted to find a quiet place to be alone for a while.

She sat in the park near her apartment complex for two hours without realizing it, completely forgetting about buying fish and vegetables.

I didn't expect to smell the cooking wafting from the kitchen as soon as I got home.

Jiang Can walked in with a puzzled look on her face. The tall, imposing figure was busy in the kitchen.

Yin Wenxi pulled her aside nervously and asked in a low voice, "Can Can, is this...is this my son-in-law?"

Jiang Can's heart skipped a beat, and she tried to regulate her breathing.

“He said his name was Huo Zhixing. As soon as he came in, he called me ‘Mom’ and didn’t even drink a sip of tea. He cleaned the whole place inside and out.”

"But... but I deliberately placed this sofa in the middle, and he's really strong, he pushed it all the way to the wall in one go! How am I supposed to push it back now?!"

Jiang Can's brow twitched, feeling both amused and exasperated.

"He bought fish and vegetables, a whole bunch of stuff, the fridge is overflowing!" Yin Wenxi frowned, pointing to the balcony, "Look, the rest are all piled up there! Did he bring the whole supermarket back with him?"

Jiang Can first helped her mother sit down, and was about to go to the kitchen to check when Huo Zhixing came out with the dishes. The two looked at each other and were both stunned.

Jiang Can lowered her head to avoid his gaze and walked straight to the kitchen.

The scene inside was rather appalling. Jiang Can gave a wry smile, realizing that she was the one who had to clean up the mess in the end.

When they first got together, he always acted like a king, expecting to be waited on hand and foot. Later, when he occasionally cooked, the kitchen would be a complete mess. At that time, Jiang Can couldn't understand, was housework really that difficult?

Now she understood that Huo Zhixing had been waited on since childhood, and it was quite remarkable that he had managed to do housework to this extent.

Huo Zhixing placed the last plate of fish on the table, stood stiffly to one side, and clutched his apron with both hands.

Seeing him covered in sweat, Jiang Can's heart softened, and her eyes welled up with tears.

"Mom..." Huo Zhixing's voice was low, "I didn't make it look very pretty, but it tastes alright. Please try it!"

Yin Wenxi smiled and pulled Jiang Can to sit down together.

Jiang Can bit her lip. He never had to do these things at home, did he? Had he ever cooked a meal for his own parents?

If it weren't for her, why would he be standing here so humble and trying to please her...?

She and he belonged to two different worlds.

Thinking of this, Jiang Can suddenly felt sad.

She stood up, head down, and walked out. Huo Zhixing was startled and quickly followed. He wanted to take her hand but was afraid of upsetting her, so he asked in a deep voice, "Are you going out?"

Jiang Can did not answer.

Yin Wenxi said, "Zhixing, why don't you go for a walk with Cancan? Or... why don't you two just eat out!"

Jiang Can changed her shoes and hurried downstairs. Huo Zhixing didn't even have time to greet Yin Wenxi and followed closely behind.

Jiang Can kept walking along the road, and he kept following her.

The two maintained a distance that was neither too close nor too far. Their shadows were stretched long by the setting sun and spread on the ground. Huo Zhixing unknowingly walked into her shadow.

He paused, a slight smile appearing on his sharply defined face. He raised his hand and waved it twice, the shadow of his hand landing precisely on her shadow, as if he were patting her little head.

Even so, he was already very satisfied.

Jiang Can suddenly turned around and saw his strange actions. Her brows furrowed slightly. Huo Zhixing quickly withdrew his hand and coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment.

Then he saw Jiang Can walk towards a wonton shop by the roadside.

It was dinnertime, and the small shop was packed with people. Jiang Can finally got a seat, and Huo Zhixing squeezed through several people to sit opposite her.

The owner came over with a small notebook. "What would you two like to eat?"

Jiang Can glanced at the man opposite her and said softly, "A bowl of shrimp wontons."

Huo Zhixing was taken aback, his heart churning with emotion—shrimp wontons were his favorite food, so was this bowl of wontons she ordered for him?

But she didn't specifically say no to cilantro. She should know that he hates cilantro the most.

Also, she only ordered one bowl.

This was probably ordered for her.

So she really did treat him like he wasn't there...

The light in Huo Zhixing's eyes gradually dimmed. He sat opposite him with his head down, remaining silent for a long time.