"Is it for Xiaoyun?"

Teacher Yun got straight to the point.

"I want to know about Xiaoyun's past."

Sheng Huai took the coffee and looked very tired.

"I have made it very clear last time what I should have said."

"If you have nothing else, please go back."

Teacher Yun stood up, his tone was cold and mocking: "Xiaoyun is such a gentle and lovely girl, but she was forced into this state today. I have nothing to say."

"It's even harder to imagine how many amazing things you have done, Mr. Sheng."

"Teacher Yun."

Sheng Huai clenched the coffee cup with his fingertips, his eyes complicated: "Xiao Yun is Mrs. Sheng no matter what."

"So...I always thought she would always be by my side."

"Heh...Mrs. Sheng..."

Yun Qishan looked Sheng Huai over and curled his lips: "Mr. Sheng, did you misunderstand something? Xiaoyun is not a pretty ornament that you can just buy home and throw in a corner without paying any attention to."

"Please go back, Mr. Sheng. I have nothing to say to you."

Sheng Huai smiled bitterly, stood up and walked towards the door.

"Sorry to bother you..."

Sheng Huai walked woodenly along the corridor covered with wisteria flowers, his mind full of Su Yun.

I begged him with tears in my eyes not to be angry.

Share the handmade cookies with him with a smile.

Playing the piano elegantly and nobly.

Such a perfect and gentle wife, but he lost her.

Sheng Huai walked slowly and looked up to see the flowing clouds, but the glare of the sunlight made it impossible for him to open his eyes.

"uncle……"

A babyish voice came from behind.

Xiaohan, wearing blue overalls, stumbled towards him.

Sheng Huai squatted down, caught the little kid with both hands, and forced a smile on his face: "Why did you come out by yourself?"

"Uncle, my mother asked me to give this to you."

Xiao Han handed him a yellowed notebook, turned around and ran: "Mom said, you have to fight for what you want. Goodbye, uncle!"

Sheng Huai held the thick notebook, staring at the childish and cute name on it, his fingertips trembling slightly.

Su Yun.

The corners of this sketchbook have been rolled up, and it is wrapped in a light pink cover with a big little face drawn on it.

He carefully turned to the first page.

On the lawn outlined with watercolor pens, a little girl in a white dress with a big bow is dancing, and a little boy with an impatient look on his face is playing the harmonica next to her.

The childish handwriting on the side reads [I met a little brother today, he was very unhappy. ]

Turn the pages one by one.

[I went to my little brother's house again today, but he seemed to have forgotten me. ]

[The little brother's name turned out to be Sheng Huai... He also told me to study hard! I will! Come on (*^▽^*)]

[I got admitted to the same school as Sheng Huai! He doesn’t remember me, oh! ]

Sheng Huai looked down with a smile on his lips.

The next moment, his fingertips that were flipping through the picture book stopped, and his eyes moved slightly.

[I will be leaving the country tomorrow. I hope Sheng Huai can see my letter. If he comes to see me, I will not leave.]

letter?

Su Yun actually wrote a letter to herself!

His heart was getting heavier and heavier, and he almost couldn't stand.

I remember it!

He did receive a letter that year, a love letter confessing his love.

But at that time, I just threw it into the trash can.

Sheng Huai couldn't bear to watch it any longer.

He raised his hands, trying to block out the glaring sunlight, but the slightest movement caused pain in his limbs and bones, and his blood was like boiling magma, burning his heart.

He walked towards the gate of the villa little by little, his steps getting faster and faster.

He now had only one thought.

That is to meet Su Yun.

He was extremely eager to see Su Yun, and he had to see her no matter what.

After getting in the car, Sheng Huai left Yun Qishan's house.

The streets were already bustling with activity, and a huge advertising screen not far away was showing the weather forecast.

Li City, cloudy turning to heavy rain.

His Rolls-Royce suddenly stopped and memories swirled.

It seemed that on a gloomy day like this, Su Yun was walking alone, with the wind and rain behind him.

What did I do at that time?

Force her into the car.

Then, when she was feeling most helpless and sad after receiving the call from the hospital, he left.

"I……"

The more Sheng Huai forced himself to stay calm, the more difficult it became for him to control himself - he missed her.

The past is like a swarm of moths, flying madly towards the candlelight of memories without caring about their lives.

The fight continues until the head is broken and bloody.

His eyelashes drooped low as he stared at the moisture that gathered and slid down the back of his hand for a long time, his Adam's apple rolling slowly.

Is this... tears?

After a while.

The black Rolls-Royce started.

Drive to the hospital as quickly as possible.

After getting off the car, he looked around and walked to the door of a flower shop.

"Are there any roses?"

The proprietress, who was wearing an apron and trimming flowers, looked up at him.

"I'm sorry, no."

"A rose would be nice, too, or a lily."

"No."

Sheng Huai raised the corner of his mouth and smiled: "My wife... likes roses."

He walked towards the ward door with big strides, but slowed down his pace as he got closer.

Every step I take, I am thinking of an excuse to save the relationship.

As he passed the bathroom door, he paused, walked in and looked at himself in the mirror.

His beard was untidy, his suit was wrinkled, and his eyes were red.

Sheng Huai was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled at the mirror.

How did I become like this?

How can I meet Su Yun when I am like this?

He took a deep breath and finally walked into Chen Juan's ward.

"Sheng Huai!"

"Why are you here?"

Su Mingan, who was busy cleaning the table, looked up and saw him with a somewhat surprised expression.

The last time, the two of them were scolded by Chen Juan, and he thought that this noble and sinister President Sheng would never come again.

"Dad, where are Mom and Xiaoyun?"

Sheng Huai spoke in a light tone, looking around the ward, his eyes fixed on the sofa.

Su Yun's white coat was still placed aside.

"Your mother... has gone into the warehouse."

Su Mingan answered with his head down, but his voice was trembling.

“Bang!”

He suddenly put down the rag and slapped himself hard in the face!

Sheng Huai's eyes moved.

"dad."

He took a few steps forward, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself, as if he wanted to comfort her but didn't know what to say.

"I...I'm so useless!"

"Why can't you take good care of Xiaoyun's mother?"

"It's too painful! It's too painful!"

Su Mingan muttered to himself and repeated these two sentences mechanically, and drops of water splashed on the floor.

Sheng Huai slowly squatted down, took the rag from his hand, wiped the table silently, and then picked up the basin to wash it again.

The ward was eerily quiet.

"Sheng Huai, why are you here today? Why didn't you go to the company so early?"

Su Mingan's emotions had calmed down, and he forced a smile on his face: "Xiao Yun went to get the medicine and will be back soon."

"Don't mind it, Dad is just..."

"Oh! I feel sorry for your mother. Chemotherapy is really too painful..."

Sheng Huai raised his eyes to look at him and was silent for a moment: "Mom will be fine."

At this time, the door was gently pushed open.

"Dad! Why are you smoking in the ward..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

Sheng Huai tugged at the hem of his suit and stood up, his dark eyes fixed on the door, his tone carrying a barely perceptible flattery.

"Xiaoyun, you're back."