By the time the three of them got home, it was already quite late.

Wen Yixing turned to look at Wen Yichen, whose face was slightly flushed after drinking, and said gently, "It's too late. Sleep here tonight. I've already asked Aunt Li to prepare a room for you."

Wen Yichen rarely drinks alcohol and has a low tolerance for it. Although he doesn't look drunk, he is actually a little tipsy.

Drunk, Wen Yichen's mind was a bit foggy, so naturally he did whatever his sister said and listened to her completely.

After Wen Yixing coaxed him a few times, Wen Yichen nodded obediently and said, "Mm."

Wen Yixing smiled and led Wen Yichen to his room.

When Wen Yichen was drunk, he was particularly clingy, grabbing her sleeve and not letting her leave, and muttering a lot of things.

After coaxing Wen Yichen to sleep, it was already late, so she went to Fang Jingyao's room.

Her son was a little sleepy in the car. When Wen Yixing opened the bedroom door, she found her son lying on the bed, still awake.

He was clearly very tired, but he forced himself to stay awake.

When he saw her arrive, he got out of bed, grabbed his schoolbag, and took out a small bouquet of flowers.

It is a bouquet of paper roses.

Fang Jingyao is too young now, so there's not much he can prepare for his surprises, but he still wants to prepare a gift for his mother.

After thinking it over, this is all he knows.

Fang Jingyao handed the paper rose in his hand to Wen Yixing and said earnestly, "Happy birthday, Mom."

Wen Yixing was pleasantly surprised. She took the bouquet of flowers, bent down and kissed her son on the forehead, and said with a smile, "Thank you for the gift, Yao Yao. Mommy likes it very much."

The son was clearly exhausted and lay in bed in a daze. He was quickly coaxed to sleep by Wen Yixing.

Just before falling asleep, Wen Yixing saw her son with his eyes closed, muttering something under his breath.

She bent down and leaned closer; this time she heard clearly.

She heard her child say, "Mommy, I love you."

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Around 11 p.m., Wen Yixing couldn't sleep, so she went to the villa's terrace for some fresh air.

The air outside was cool, and the stars were twinkling in the sky.

Wen Yixing sat on the swing, looking down at the diary in her hand.

This is her high school diary, which contains many things about Fang Shiyan.

She knew that Fang Shiyan liked sweets, that he would go to the dessert shop near the school every Wednesday to buy a small cake, and that his favorite fruit was apples and his least favorite fruit was bananas.

The diary records the bits and pieces that happened during her high school years. She doesn't remember some of the things, but she remembers others vividly.

She remembered that she participated in a debate competition, which she wasn't good at, just so she could stand on the same podium as Fang Shiyan.

I remember that every time I was on duty, I would deliberately linger near his desk for a few extra seconds.

She remembered that when they took graduation photos the year they graduated from high school, she secretly switched places with her classmates, hoping to be closer to him in the group photo.

As she pondered, Wen Yixing's gaze fell upon the small scar on her ring finger.

She and Fang Shiyan have been married for a long time but have never had a wedding ceremony, and Fang Shiyan has never given her a ring.

There's a small scar where a ring should be on my ring finger.

This was their first year of marriage. On Fang Shiyan's birthday, she made a birthday cake for him by hand and accidentally cut her finger with the scissors.

She was in a hurry to make the cake and didn't treat her wound properly, just bandaged it up briefly.

On the day Fang Shiyan was born, many people came to his house, including his parents, his sister, and his relatives and friends.

The house was bustling with activity. They were playing games outside, while Wen Yixing was busy helping out in the kitchen.

Wen Yixing knew that Fang Shiyan had seen her injured hand; he had, but he hadn't said anything.

Over the years since she married into the family, she has done a lot, but now that I think about it, everything she has done and sacrificed has probably just been for her own self-gratification.

Married for seven years, he never remembers her birthday.

Wen Yixing found it both funny and sad.

She thought of her father, Wen Yichen, Sheng Xia, and her son.

The things my father sent were all the good things that his family used to only be able to eat during the Lunar New Year.

Even though her younger brother didn't have much money, he was still willing to spend a lot of it to pick out gifts for her.

The gift wasn't expensive to her, but Wen Yixing knew it represented almost everything her brother currently had.

In the height of summer, he was willing to spend almost a week's salary to book a restaurant for her and celebrate her birthday.

Her children would carefully fold roses and give them to her.

She clearly has a lot of love and many people she cares about.

Under the night sky, Wen Yixing held a lighter and lit the thick diary.

Watching the diary slowly disappear into the firelight, Wen Yixing felt relaxed.

It was as if something that had once imprisoned her was gradually disappearing.

She thought that her sincere crush from her teenage years had come to an end today.

In this world, besides Fang Shiyan, she has other relatives she cares about even more.

From this day forward, every day will be a new chapter in my life.