At this moment, Wen Qiao was eerily quiet, curled up with her eyes closed and tears streaming down her face. In fact, her past and present lives were playing out in her mind like a series of movies.
"Shen Jichuan, we are destined not to be together, right?"
Suddenly opening her eyes, Wen Qiao looked at the man guarding her.
“You are really great now, and I like you very much. People say that you are old enough to be my father, and that I married you because I have a father complex.”
"Actually, no, it's just that you're a really good person."
"But now, fate is still strangely similar. We still can't make it to the end."
Shen Jichuan wasn't in a hurry to explain to her, nor was he eager to ask anything.
Instead, he held a cup of tea and brought it to Wen Qiao's lips.
"Have some tea to wake yourself up."
"I'll explain everything to you once you're fully awake."
“Wen Qiao, you hate me, not your husband. Your husband loves you very much, even…”
She loved him even more than she had in her previous life.
Shen Jichuan knew that he did love Wen Qiao in his past life, but he loved her too late. What is the meaning of love that comes too late?
In addition to offering longevity tablets to Wen Qiao and his daughter who had to face death shortly after birth, he also offered longevity tablets.
There's nothing he can do.
But in this life, Shen Jichuan did indeed change his own destiny, as well as the destiny of Wen Qiao and their child.
In his mind, Lianlian was his and Wenqiao's child.
Da Bao and Er Bao are the children of Shen Jichuan and Wen Qiao in this lifetime.
It's normal that he would subconsciously favor Lianlian.
Wen Qiao listened to Shen Jichuan's words very obediently. She had always been the kind of well-behaved and obedient little girl.
Seeing her innocent and moist eyes, Shen Jichuan's heart softened, as if he were seeing the innocent little girl who had just arrived at the Shen family in his previous life.
She was dressed simply, with patches even on her trousers and sleeves, and her hair was tied in two braids. Her clothes were very ordinary and even a bit rustic.
But because of her exceptionally bright eyes, she was as pure as a wild orchid in a mountain stream.
"Shen Jichuan, have I had too much to drink? You look so unfamiliar to me."
She pointed at the man in front of her.
Shen Jichuan pulled up a stool and sat down in front of Wen Qiao.
“Wen Qiao, what I’m telling you now is that I am Shen Jichuan from my past life. Don’t doubt me, believe me.”
“It was my fault in your past life that led to your death. We had a relationship once. You were drugged, and I originally wanted to take you to the hospital. It was my fault. I couldn’t control myself, and I had sex with you.”
“You hate me so much that you don’t want that child. I don’t blame you, and I have no right to blame you.”
“I didn’t dare to come to you. I asked Shen Haiyang to send you some things, but I only found out now that he didn’t send them. He lied to me and he lied to you.”
Wen Qiao's gaze gradually became unfocused; she felt as if she were dreaming within a dream.
She dreamt that Shen Jichuan from her past life came to say these things to her.
How could she not know these things?
"I don't understand what you're saying, I don't know."
Shen Jichuan remained serious and earnest as he continued, "Your situation is likely due to memory loss caused by emotional trauma."
"My appearance this time may be because he needs me to tell you that whether in the past life or this life, I love you."
"Wen Qiao, don't give up on him."
Under Shen Jichuan's gaze, Wen Qiao nodded blankly.
"Remember my words, I will always love you."
Wen Qiao nodded again.
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