He received an admission ticket.

The tableware was ready, and the delicious food was placed on the table.

Fu Yinzhou smelled the aroma of food and felt a hunger that emanated from the depths of his bones.

The traveler, who had wandered through the desolation for a long time, finally tasted the fruit he had longed for.

It was more delicious and intoxicating than any food he had ever imagined.

He tasted and swallowed.

They greedily demanded and indulged in food again and again.

Until both body and mind are satisfied.

But delicious food can bring back memories, memories etched into your very bones.

So, driven by the desire to be full.

Even if you've just been fed, the delicious food and its overly alluring aroma can reignite a wave of desire to savor it all again.

It was a heatwave powerful enough to shatter the soul.

Even after countless tastings and possessions, it's still not enough.

The room was filled with the aroma of food and the crunching sounds of tasting it.

Shallow, high.

Urgent, yet tactful.

The sound changed into various shapes and lingered for a long time.

No one heard it, and no one disturbed it.

They were all so engrossed in the feast that they forgot about time and everything else, focusing solely on eating and eating.

They seem to be insatiable.

It expresses itself in a raw and direct way, swallowing and sweeping away everything in its path.

Fortunately.

He has a good appetite.

And she, too, followed his lead and ate everything.

...

The sky was getting dark.

Fu Yinzhou, holding Shen Zhiyi in his arms, completed an excessively wonderful journey while confined in his wheelchair.

He travels around himself.

It also circulates within her heart and soul.

"Zhizhi..." After everything was over, he held her and sighed softly, "I'm so happy..."

"What are you so happy about?" Shen Zhiyi couldn't even open her eyes. He held her and led her to the bed, then carefully pulled her into his arms again.

Fu Yinzhou kissed her forehead.

He whispered tenderly, "I'm glad you've come back to me and remembered me. Even though you were forced by external forces, you never truly forgot me."

"I'm glad we're still the same as before, and now, even closer than before."

"I will never let go of your hand again, never."

"Zhizhi, I love you."

Shen Zhiyi closed her eyes, raised the corners of her lips slightly, and leaned against him dependently, "I love you too."

"I will never let go of your hand again."

"So you need to recover quickly."

"Just like before, you can find me anytime, anywhere, and follow me."

"I still have a lot of things for you to do."

"Okay." Fu Yinzhou was lightheaded and immersed in the "love" she spoke of, feeling his soul tremble.

He cupped her face in his hands and gently and tenderly kissed her eyelids. "I'll do anything you ask."

He obeyed orders willingly and was quite happy to do so.

"Tell me about what you've been through over the years, and about the past."

He wanted to know what the missing piece of his life was like.

Who created those landscapes?

How did she complete those puzzles?

“Then tell me too.” Shen Zhiyi lifted her eyelids and touched his face. “I also want to know how you spend your time when you’re alone.”

They then snuggled together intimately.

They exchanged the many years they hadn't spent together.

They mentioned Fu Sheng.

"If the old man knew you remembered everything, wouldn't he hurt you again?" Fu Yinzhou hugged her with lingering fear.

"Back then, he broke up my parents because he looked down on my mother."

When he mentioned these past events, a hint of resentment flickered in his eyes.

“If it weren’t for him, my mother wouldn’t have died after giving birth to me, I wouldn’t have ended up in an orphanage, and my father wouldn’t have drowned his sorrows in alcohol every day, becoming the useless person he called him…”

"He indirectly caused the deaths of my parents and broke up my family."

"In the end, he still wanted to take you away from me, just to find a suitable successor for himself."

In order to cover up his mistakes and ensure that his chosen successor was spotless, he wanted to erase his past in the orphanage.

And as long as knowledge exists.

He would then search for her countless times.

Therefore, he chose to make Zhizhi disappear from his life completely.

Fu Yinzhou hugged Shen Zhiyi tightly and said through gritted teeth, "I will never forgive him in this lifetime."

Shen Zhiyi hugged him, feeling a pang of heartache.

"So, this is why you've resisted becoming the heir to the Fu family for so many years, and instead took over the only entertainment industry your father ever worked in, becoming an actor?"

Fu Yinzhou nodded and then shook his head.

Yes and no.

"Zhizhi, you have no idea how I got through those days without you."

"The day I heard the news of your 'death,' I really wanted to jump into the river and join you. But I promised you that I would never give up my life easily, no matter what."

He embraced her, and inhaling the familiar scent of gardenias in her hair, he calmed himself.

"I chose to act because immersing myself in other people's lives allows me to temporarily forget the pain of losing you."

"Otherwise, I really don't know how I would have survived."

Without her, he would rather live in a fantasy.

Even if it's a false dream, someone else's dream, he doesn't want to wake up.

Shen Zhiyi patted his back reassuringly.

Don't worry.

“If he really wanted to do something to me, he wouldn’t have just hypnotized me back then.”

"And they certainly won't help me find my biological parents."

"He may be a scoundrel, but he won't do anything to me."

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