How many of the times you did things for me can you remember?

Why aren't you saying anything?

"Do you not remember, or do you simply not remember at all!"

Zhuang Wen's cold words shattered Tang Xin's psychological defenses.

Her tears flowed uncontrollably.

She really couldn't answer.

"Waaaaah..."

She covered her mouth and started crying, ruining her makeup.

Zhuang Wen frowned deeply, his eyes cold.

A few minutes later.

Tang Xin's crying gradually subsided until it disappeared completely, leaving only sobs.

Zhuang Wen said calmly, "Are you done crying? Do you have anything else to say? If not, you can leave."

As he spoke, he took a step back and was about to close the door.

Suddenly, Tang Xin raised her head, her red eyes fixed on Zhuang Wen, and said, "Can you let me in? I want to talk to you."

As she spoke, she placed her hand on the door frame to prevent the door from closing.

"I've already said it, it's over between us. There's no possibility of getting back together, and there's no need to continue talking. You should go back."

Zhuang Wen said calmly.

Seeing Tang Xin's pitiful expression, yet her stubborn stare at him, Zhuang Wen's eyes remained indifferent as he prepared to close the door.

Tang Xin stared intently at Zhuang Wen, seemingly oblivious to the fact that the door was about to close and touch her hand.

Finally, the door stopped when it was only three or four centimeters away from Tang Xin's hand.

What do you want to talk to me about?

Zhuang Wen sighed.

"Let me in first."

Tang Xin continued talking to herself.

Zhuang Wen remained unmoved. "Tell me first, what do you want to do?"

"Why won't you let me in? Is your wife inside?"

Tang Xin looked at the bright living room behind Zhuang Wen and said bitterly, "If she were inside, she should have come out by now."

The living room felt so familiar; after all, she had lived here for a period of time.

But now it no longer belongs to her.

I don't know if she'll ever belong to me.

Zhuang Wen noticed her gaze, paused for a moment, then stepped aside for her, saying, "Come in."

The living room was enveloped in warm, cozy lighting.

After Tang Xin walked in, she looked around with a complicated expression, as if trying to match the things here with familiar scenes from her memory.

Apart from taking my own things that night, almost nothing else has changed.

Even the placement of the vase remained completely unchanged.

Seeing this, tears welled up in her eyes again.

At the same time, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

There was no trace of a woman's life in the living room.

This means that no woman lives here...

Just as she was thinking this, she suddenly noticed a pair of used women's slippers lying haphazardly on the other side of the sofa.

Her pupils contracted.

Zhuang Wen followed her gaze and thought to himself that Yan Yan sometimes didn't tidy herself up.

However, he didn't care too much.

So what if we get caught?

She has nothing to do with me and can't control what I do.

Tang Xin glanced bitterly at Zhuang Wen, then sat down on the sofa.

Zhuang Wen sat down on the sofa on the other side.

He found a cup, poured Tang Xin a cup of hot water, and then leaned back on the sofa, lazily watching Tang Xin.

He wanted to hear what Tang Xin would say.

His act of pouring water has become extremely rare in Tang Xin's eyes, and even moved her.

"How is your relationship with...your wife?"

She organized her thoughts and said.

"not bad."

Zhuang Wen nodded.

"not bad……"

Tang Xin's eyes dimmed slightly as she murmured to herself.

Seeing that Tang Xin remained silent, Zhuang Wen frowned slightly and said, "Is that all you're asking? If you don't have anything else to ask, then let's go."

"Are you in such a hurry to get rid of me? Do you dislike me that much?"

Tang Xin's expression turned desolate.

"You want me to kick you out?"

Zhuang Wen lowered his eyes slightly and sneered in a low voice, "Why don't you mention that you moved out overnight?"

That night, after they had a fight, Tang Xin moved all her belongings out, leaving nothing behind.

Tang Xin was taken aback. "I only wanted to put pressure on you back then, I didn't mean to..."

"alright!"

Zhuang Wen frowned and interrupted, "It's all in the past, there's no need to talk about it anymore."

Tang Xin bit her red lips tightly, her heart filled with sorrow and despair.

"Anything else?" Zhuang Wen asked calmly.

"The six-pointed star you folded for me is still on my bedside table; I haven't thrown it away..."

"I've made things clear with Liang Shang. I don't like him; I only consider him a friend..."

"From now on, I won't just listen to my parents' and friends' opinions. I'll communicate with you more, put you first, and have eyes only for you..."

"I apologize for what I did that night. I really didn't expect it..."

Tang Xin looked directly into Zhuang Wen's eyes and spoke earnestly, word by word.

"What exactly do you want from me? Tell me now!"

Hearing these words, Zhuang Wen lost his patience.

Tang Xin bit her red lips, her eyes filled with expectation, and said earnestly, "I want to start over with you."

"impossible!"

Zhuang Wen's icy voice shattered her illusions, almost plunging her into despair.

"Why?"

Tang Xin's voice rang out, choked with sobs.

"For no reason!"

Zhuang Wen's heartless words brought tears to Tang Xin's eyes, and she murmured repeatedly, "Why? There must be a reason, there must be..."

"Since you insist on knowing, then I'll tell you!"

Zhuang Wen said calmly, "First of all, and most importantly, I'm already married. There's absolutely no possibility between us."

Every word Zhuang Wen uttered pierced Tang Xin's heart like a sharp blade, drawing blood.

"Secondly..."

Zhuang Wen took a deep breath, closed his eyes and opened them again, looking at Tang Xin, and said coldly, "Ask yourself, do you love me? Or are you just at a certain age and want to find a marriage partner?"

Bang!

Like a bolt from the blue, Tang Xin's face turned pale, her figure swayed, and she almost collapsed.

"How could I not love you? I love you so much I can hardly breathe, I feel like I'm dying..."

Tang Xin stared blankly at Zhuang Wen and murmured something.

Her heartfelt confession was met with nothing but a cold, indifferent laugh from Zhuang Wen: "Is that so?"

Yeah?

These two words weighed heavier than Mount Tai, making it hard for Tang Xin to breathe.

"Why don't you believe me? You weren't like this before..."

Tears streamed down her face, her frail body trembling like a beautiful, delicate flower.

This is pitiful.

But Zhuang Wen's face remained as cold as frost, unmoved.

"I don't believe you?"

Zhuang Wen laughed as if mocking himself: "How much did I trust you before? How many of your words did I not follow? But what did you do? You enjoyed it without a care in the world, but only you know what you were really thinking."

"I……"

Tang Xin opened her mouth.

Zhuang Wen smiled calmly: "I wasn't like this before, but what about you? Are you the same as before?"

Tang Xin fell completely silent.

She admitted that what Zhuang Wen said was very true.