In the study.
Su Wanyu sat down at the table, picked up the paintbrush and quickly got into work mode. She had a pattern in mind, so she painted very smoothly.
Knock knock knock.
There was a knock on the door.
Su Wanyu was halfway through her painting when she looked up at the door and said, "Come in."
The housekeeper walked in with a smile, holding a plate of fruit and a cup of hot water. The hot water was placed on the table, and the fruit was also placed aside. "Young Madam, drink more hot water."
I also asked the doctor about these fruits, and they are all safe for the young lady to eat.
"Thank you, butler."
Su Wanyu smiled and thanked him, then quickly lowered her head and continued working. Seeing this, the housekeeper didn't stay any longer, lowering his voice and slowly retreating. He carefully left the study and closed the door.
Design drawing completed.
Su Wanyu looked at him and frowned slightly, with a look of dissatisfaction on her face.
Although she already had a blueprint in mind, she wasn't satisfied with the finished drawing, perhaps because of a cold or because she hadn't drawn a design in a few days.
She put down her paintbrush and rubbed her temples.
I have a bit of a headache.
I guess it’s because I’m not in a good mood today.
Su Wanyu took a sip of the hot water, put the cup down, stood up, walked to the window, and opened it a crack. In this cold winter day, a cold wind suddenly rushed in, making her feel much more awake.
Su Wanyu stood there for a while.
She returned to her study and picked up her paintbrush again, but after a long silence, she couldn't put the brush down. She just couldn't concentrate at this moment, no matter what she did.
My head feels dizzy.
Su Wanyu simply leaned back on the sofa and took a nap.
But the cold also affected her sleep. She didn't sleep very comfortably and her sleep was not long. She rubbed her temples and sat up.
Looking at the study, an idea suddenly flashed through my mind: I might as well help my husband tidy up the study.
Normally, no one is allowed to enter the study easily, not even the servants. The door of the study is locked separately, but after marrying Su Wanyu, Song Jihuai recorded her fingerprints.
It's trust.
Su Wanyu immediately got busy according to her ideas.
However, her movements were a little slow. She even opened her notebook, played some favorite music, and started cleaning in such a beautiful atmosphere.
She was not in good physical condition, so she worked from bottom to top.
I didn't notice it before.
Only now did she realize how many small compartments there were in her husband's study. It felt like she was searching for treasure. There might be surprises everywhere she opened. Su Wanyu even found a photo of Song Jihuai in a drawer.
Of course, at a very young age.
The old men Song in the photos all looked very young, but she could tell which one was her husband at a glance.
Song Jihuai has hardly changed.
He had a stern face since he was a child, quite like he is now, but he was more immature back then.
The photo should be a family portrait.
But the old man sat in the middle, he stood alone on the right, and Uncle Song, Aunt Song, and Song Minyuan stood on the left, clearly separated. Compared with the smiles on the faces of the family of three next to him, the husband looked particularly lonely.
Su Wanyu only vaguely knew that Song Jihuai's parents had passed away a long time ago.
But she didn't know what exactly happened.
Her finger fell on the small figure of Song Jihuai, her face showing heartache. After a while, she whispered to the person in the photo: "Husband, you will no longer be alone."
Not anymore in the future.
She is by her husband's side, and she and her husband are about to have a baby.
From now on, they will always be by their husbands’ side.
She carefully wiped the photo clean and put it back in its original place. Her husband didn't show it on the surface, but deep down...he still longed for the warmth of family.
Su Wanyu pursed her lips and smiled.
She closed the drawer and opened the bottom one.
It's a small drawer with a diary in it, but...
It doesn't look like something a husband would have.
The cover was pink, and it featured Sailor Moon. Su Wanyu's heart skipped a beat, and she had a bad feeling. If this thing wasn't her husband's, then whose was it?
Whose pink diary would my husband leave in this place?
Normally you won't notice it.
Su Wanyu was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to do. She stretched out her hand, but was a little afraid to take it. What if she saw something? Would her husband be angry?
Next second.
Su Wanyu frowned, her legs went limp, and she fell to the ground, holding on to the desk with one hand.
"Ugh, it hurts."
Su Wanyu really had a headache. When her soul first entered this body, her memory was fragmented. There were many things she remembered, but also many things she didn't remember.
But at this moment, some intermittent images flashed through her mind.
There's nothing in the picture!
There is only the Sailor Moon diary in front of me.
She has this diary in her memory.
For a while.
Su Wanyu's headache gradually subsided and it didn't hurt as much. She took a deep breath and simply sat on the ground!
After all, the floor of the study is covered with thick wool carpet, so it is warm to sit on the floor.
Song Jihuai hadn't noticed this before, but after marrying Su Wanyu, he discovered that she liked to go barefoot, so he laid the carpet. Su Wanyu was sure that this Sailor Moon diary—
The original owner had seen it.
Or rather, know.
Is it related to the original owner?
This is something you have to watch.
Su Wanyu slowly and firmly reached out her hand and picked up the diary from the drawer.
The diary wasn't locked, just a simple notebook. She slowly opened the first page and saw a Q-version figure drawn on it. It looked like...
Su Wanyu guessed that it should be "Su Wanyu".
really.
Her eyes moved slightly downwards, and she saw three letters written in the lower right corner of the title page: SWY.
Su Wanyu.
So, is this "Su Wanyu's" diary?
She paused and opened the second page.
September 13, sunny, Thursday.
Why……
Why is this so...
Ji Huai...
sorry.
sorry.
——
Su Wanyu was confused when she saw this message as soon as she opened it. She really didn't understand what it said.
She looked at it for a while, but couldn't figure it out, so she could only turn the page again.
September 14th, rainy, Friday.
Song Jihuai, I know what you mean, but...
sorry.
I can't, I can't like you...
——
It was shorter, but to Su Wanyu, it meant something.
Her expression was very strange and complicated.
So, the original "Su Wanyu" actually liked her husband in her heart? But something was hindering her.
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