Huo Zhixing wasn't worried about that; he knew his Cancan wasn't a capricious little woman.

She wouldn't do anything foolish, and she wouldn't let him suffer.

There were just some things she couldn't accept right now, and she wanted to find a place to hide away and calm down.

Huo Zhixing said in a deep voice, "Tell those people not to get too close, so that the young mistress doesn't find out."

"yes."

"Put me down at the intersection ahead."

Fang Han paused for a moment, then stopped the car ahead.

This place is quite close to a park.

Huo Zhixing recalled the route Jiang Can had taken: the path by the sea, the night market she liked, and the trendy shop that distributed Ultraman and monster headbands.

The places she walked through were all memories belonging to the two of them.

He chuckled softly, his eyes stinging, and strode toward the park.

When Jiang Can first came to Yangcheng, she was ostracized in her first job. When she was feeling down, she would come to this small park to feed the pigeons.

Now that it's freezing cold, the pigeons have long since returned to their nests. From a distance, only that petite and slender figure can be seen sitting alone by the flower bed.

Nightfall casts a lonely, dark hue over everything in the world.

Huo Zhixing felt a pang in his heart and quickly ran over to hold her small hand.

Her hands were icy cold, which made his heart clench.

"Wife..." His voice was slightly hoarse.

Jiang Can was stunned for a moment, then looked up and met his deep eyes. Her heart was churning like waves.

Huo Zhixing squatted down in front of her and breathed warm air on her small hands.

It was dark and quiet around her, and the warmth he gave her seeped from the soles of his palms into her heart, slowly melting the ice within.

After a long silence, she asked softly in a trembling voice, "Husband...you knew all along, didn't you?"