It wasn't until more than an hour later that Yan Zheng woke up. Sang Tianen saw the man open his eyes, stood up and asked, "How do you feel?"
Yan Zheng's head was still a little dazed, and after a moment of hesitation, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Why are you here?"
"The hospital called my cell phone. Why am I here?" Sang Tianen looked at him seriously, rarely.
Only then did Yan Zheng realize that he was lying on a hospital bed, his eyes becoming somewhat flustered.
Sang Tianen observed his expression and said, "Didn't you say you went shopping with your friends? How did you faint on the side of the road? Where are your friends?"
"He had to go home for something urgent, and I had hypoglycemia." Yan Zheng said in a low voice.
Sang Tianen laughed out loud. She nodded slightly and said, "Hypoglycemia!"
Seeing that she didn't believe him, Yan Zheng emphasized again: "I really have hypoglycemia."
"If you don't want to say it, don't say it. There's no need to lie to me." The smile on Sang Tianen's face disappeared, and he said coldly.
Yan Zheng bit his lip and looked at her, not knowing how to start talking about this matter.
He has been entangled for more than ten years. Does he want Sang Tianen to suffer too?
It seems that the pervert whose trace cannot be found will not let him go easily, nor will those photos that are enough to destroy him.
The painful look on his parents' faces back then was still vivid in his mind, and he could hardly imagine what would happen if Sang Tianen knew about this.
He wanted his lover to be happy forever, instead of suffering like him.
"I'm sorry." Yan Zheng murmured, but tears flowed uncontrollably.
Sang Tianen sighed silently and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes: "If you don't want to say it, then don't say it. Why are you crying?"
Yan Zheng grabbed her hand and placed it on his face, tears welling up in his eyes as he asked, "Is it tiring to be with me? I always make you angry and I like to lose my temper with you."
"It's tiring sometimes, but it's so rare to meet someone you truly love in your life. You have to pay a price to get something, let alone a living person. So compared to being able to be with you for a long time, your little temper is nothing."
Yan Zheng's tears welled up even more. Why must God be so cruel to him, letting him meet such a person with such a broken body and mind?
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He couldn't help crying out loud, "You shouldn't be with me."
Sang Tianen let him vent, his eyes fixed on the window.
The trees are still green and the sun is still bright, but we can no longer feel the scorching heat of summer. Autumn has arrived unknowingly.
After leaving the hospital, Yan Zheng wanted to go back to his parents' home, so Sang Tianen had to drive him back. After having dinner with his grandparents, the two returned home.
Sang Tianen was changing the quilt cover while Yan Zheng was taking a shower in the bathroom. When he wiped his thigh, a scene suddenly flashed in Yan Zheng's mind. His eyes widened instantly, as if he saw something horrible and dirty. He rubbed the black mole on the inside of his thigh with a towel.
He rubbed desperately until his fair and delicate skin turned red, then stopped, squatted down and cried silently.
Five or six minutes later, Yan Zheng walked into the bedroom with a hair dryer as if nothing had happened and asked Sang Tianen to blow his hair. Seeing that he seemed to be in a better mood, Sang Tianen didn't say anything and concentrated on blowing his hair.
Yan Zheng sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at her chin. Neither of them spoke, only the whirring sound of the hair dryer could be heard.
Sang Tianen's expression was very serious, as if she would take everything seriously, even something as small as blow-drying her hair.
Yan Zheng looked at her infatuatedly, as if he was looking at some rare treasure.
Sang Tianen looked down and saw Yan Zheng's dark eyes. He smiled and pulled his soft short hair: "Why are you staring at me?"
"You look good." Yan Zheng replied without hesitation.
Sang Tianen turned off the hair dryer and cursed with a smile: "You're crazy about flowers."
"Yes, I'm sick." Yan Zheng put his arm around Sang Tianen's waist in a domineering manner.
The smile on Sang Tianen's face froze, and he suddenly touched his head and said, "Don't talk nonsense."
Yan Zheng's eyes moistened. He turned his head and lifted the quilt, muttering to himself, "I need to go to bed early today. I slept too late yesterday and I have dark circles under my eyes."
Sang Tianen watched him get into bed, leaving only a small tuft of hair outside.
She remembered that the last time this happened was when they had a quarrel. She was afraid that Yan Zheng would suffocate, so she lifted the quilt and found that the man was crying secretly.
After a few seconds, Sang Tianen turned off the lights and prepared to leave when he heard Yan Zheng's dull voice: "Aren't you going to sleep?"
"There's something else." Sang Tianen replied calmly.
"Don't be too busy."
"Um."
Gently closing the door, Sang Tianen raised his head and exhaled, then walked to where Yan Zheng placed his bag and took out his black cell phone.
This was the first time she checked her husband's phone, so she felt a little guilty.
But if she doesn't find out the reason why Yan Zheng's mood suddenly changed so much, she will definitely have trouble sleeping tonight. Compared with Yan Zheng's happiness and health, what does it matter if she has to bear the notoriety of violating his privacy?
What's more, she is not a good person to begin with, so there is no need to always hold herself to the standards of a good person.
"I'm a scumbag, I'm a scumbag, I'm a scumbag."
After silently reciting the spell to feel justified in doing evil things, Sang Tianen entered the lock screen password. Yan Zheng's phone password was easy to remember, it was her birthday, and the paper airplane chat interface quickly popped up on the phone.
Sang Tianen glanced at the chat interface, clicked on Nantian's avatar first, and looked at the recent chat records. They were all about marriage, and there was nothing wrong.
Sang Tianen checked the older records again and found that this person really didn't treat Nan Tian as an outsider. He talked about all kinds of topics and even said that her sexual desire was more active, which almost made him die.
Sang Tianen's face turned pale and blue. Although she was usually shameless in front of Yan Zheng, she was still a very traditional person at heart. She didn't like discussing such topics with others. Of course, such things could only be understood by herself, so there was no point in telling others.
When Sang Tianen thought about her husband's good gay friend knowing about this, she felt uncomfortable all over and had the urge to kill him to silence him.
However, she was in the wrong in the first place, so naturally she would not blame Yan Zheng.
Seeing that there was no useful information, Sang Tianen closed the chat interface and looked at others.
She was afraid that if she continued watching, she would poke her eyes out or Yan Zheng would kill her with a knife after finding out.
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