When Song Qingyu opened her eyes, she smelled a faint floral scent.

She tilted her head and a bunch of brilliant lilies came into view.

"Are you awake?" A gentle yet powerful voice sounded.

Song Qingyu slowly turned her eyes and saw Gu Hanxing sitting in a wheelchair.

The sunlight outside the window fell on his face. His eyes were as gentle and bright as ever, but they seemed to be covered with a layer of light bluish-gray, and there was a hint of fatigue.

Song Qingyu: "Aren't you in City A?"

Gu Hanxing smiled warmly: "I'll be back after I finish my work."

Song Qingyu struggled to get up, but was held down by Gu Hanxing.

The man's palms were broad and warm, unlike Lu Yanzhi's, which were always cold.

"The doctor said you need to rest."

Gu Hanxing stared at Song Qingyu, a flash of heartache in his eyes.

The doctor also said that she must have suffered a lot of stress during this period, which led to her sudden fainting.

Gu Hanxing didn't dare to think about what Song Qingyu had experienced during the time he was away from City A.

Song Qingyu lowered her head and hummed, but the words Xu Jiaojiao said floated in her mind again.

Those words were like needles, piercing her head and making it buzz.

"Not you."

Gu Hanxing's voice suddenly rang out, startling Song Qingyu.

She raised her eyes to look at Gu Hanxing, confusion flickering in her painful eyes.

"I'm telling you, your father's death has absolutely nothing to do with you." His tone was firm, as if he had witnessed it.

Song Qingyu looked at him in surprise: "You...how did you know before I fainted..."

"Zhao Xi told me."

Song Qingyu then remembered that before she fainted, she seemed to hear Zhao Xi calling her.

"Where's Zhao Xi?"

She looked around the ward but didn't see Zhao Xi.

"She stayed here all night and went back first."

Song Qingyu's heart was touched.

She frowned and said, "I'm sorry to cause you trouble."

Gu Hanxing raised his hand and gently touched Song Qingyu's soft long hair: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Song Qingyu was stunned.

Gu Hanxing also realized that this action was too ambiguous. He withdrew his hand and coughed lightly: "I know everything that happened yesterday. Don't take it to heart. I absolutely don't believe that your father's death has anything to do with you."

When Song Qingyu mentioned her father, the warmth on her cheeks faded. She lowered her eyelashes and said in a sad tone:

"If it really has nothing to do with me, why can't I remember it at all?"

"You were so young at that time, and you couldn't bear the pain of losing your father. It's only natural for you to bury the relevant memories."

Song Qingyu raised her eyes slightly and looked at Gu Hanxing.

The man's eyes were gentle and powerful, like a ray of light in the darkness.

"Qingyu, your father loves you so much that he gave you all his treasured antiques. If you killed him, how could he possibly give you the most important thing?"

The pain and regret in Song Qingyu's eyes gradually dissipated.

yes.

If she really killed her father, why would he give the antique to her?

Perhaps, as Gu Hanxing said, it was because the pain of losing her father was so heavy, so heavy that it was enough to crush her.

So, she chose to forget.

"Thank you."

Song Qingyu felt much better.

The heavy body seemed to be freed from shackles.

Gu Hanxing turned the wheelchair and asked, "Would you like some water?"

A warm current surged in Song Qingyu's heart.

"You haven't told me yet who the owner of that watch is?"

Gu Hanxing's back visibly stiffened.

Then he turned his head, his eyes full of smiles, like the sunlight outside the window: "Just give me the watch."

"Why won't you let me see the owner of the watch?"

"That's not what I meant..."

"Is it because you are the owner of the watch?"

Gu Hanxing's voice stopped abruptly. He looked at Song Qingyu, and his gentle face became a little colder.

"Qingyu, what are you talking about?"

"That watch is a token of your parents' love. Why didn't you tell me the truth?"

Gu Hanxing's eyes flashed.

After a while.

He then spoke slowly: "That watch is indeed my parents', but it is not mine."

Song Qingyu was puzzled.

"You must know about my parents, right?"

Song Qingyu nodded.

Gu Hanxing's parents are legendary figures in Kyoto.

Back then, because the gap in their status was so huge, the Gu family did not agree to Gu Hanxing's mother marrying into the Gu family and forced Gu's father to marry the arranged marriage partner.

After Gu Hanxing's mother learned about this, she resolutely left Kyoto.

Later, Gu's father took over the Gu family business and had two children with Mrs. Gu, who were Gu Hanxing's two older brothers.

The outside world thinks that he and Gu Hanxing's mother are a thing of the past.

However, on his second son’s fifth birthday, Father Gu announced it in front of many guests.

He wants to divorce Mrs. Gu and marry Gu Hanxing's mother.

As the largest family in Kyoto, the Gu family naturally caused a huge sensation.

Especially that grand wedding.

It also made their love a story that everyone envied.

However, at that time, Song Qingyu had not yet been born, and all these were heard from others.

"Everyone envies me for having a loving pair of parents."

Gu Hanxing looked at the wall, half of his face was submerged in the sunlight, and the other half was shrouded in shadow.

"But I'm the only one who doesn't envy you at all."

“When I was little, my parents were always traveling around, leaving me in Kyoto. My two older brothers didn’t like me and would bully me whenever they were not home.

Later, when I grew up, my father resigned from his position as CEO of Story and took my mother away from Kyoto, under the pretext of compensating her.

Gu Hanxing's lips curled up into a faint smile: "It's undeniable that my father does love my mother, but his world is too small, so small that it can only accommodate my mother. My mother's world is just as small, so small that it can only accommodate my father."

Song Qingyu's heart seemed to be squeezed.

She also thought that children like Gu Hanxing, who grew up in a loving environment with their parents, would be very happy.

Unexpectedly...

"I'm sorry for bringing up sad memories for you."

Gu Hanxing turned around, the shadow on his face dissipated, revealing the gentleness in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

"It doesn't matter."

"But..." Song Qingyu hesitated for a moment, then said, "You still haven't told me. Why are you hiding it from me?"

Gu Hanxing turned the wheelchair: "Because I want to help you."

Song Qingyu's heart skipped a beat: "Why?"

Gu Hanxing's face slowly spread to a big smile. His eyes, which were always gentle and non-aggressive, now burst into a warm light, like a volcanic eruption: "Because..."

He drawled out the word.

The voice was so soft and numb that it immediately fell into Song Qingyu's heart.