The resentment and confusion towards Qin Yuan that had arisen because of Chu Hong falling into the water strangely disappeared for the most part the moment he saw this lonely figure.
She walked over quickly, her tone filled with an urgency she didn't even notice: "It's so late, why are you standing here in the wind like an idiot?"
“I don’t even know how to put on more clothes!”
As she spoke, she reached out naturally and held his hand that was hanging by his side.
It felt cold to the touch. It was obvious that he had been standing here for a long time and was exposed to the cold wind.
Chu Qingluan's brows immediately furrowed, a mixture of heartache and blame: "Your hands are so cold, you really... don't know how to take care of your body at all?"
She complained, but wrapped her other hand around his cold fingers, trying to warm him up.
Qin Yuan's body suddenly stiffened, his pupils dilated slightly, as if he had not expected her to react like this.
His Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "You... don't blame me? In this matter, I..."
"I believe you!"
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Chu Qingluan.
These three short words were like a warm current, instantly washing away all the depression in Qin Yuan's heart.
Chu Qingluan continued, "You are not someone who would disregard the overall situation and act impulsively due to personal grudges. You certainly wouldn't use such childish means to bully someone who has lost his memory and whose body hasn't recovered."
These words of unconditional trust, like warm sunshine, completely dispelled the haze and coldness in Qin Yuan's heart.
The feeling of being understood and firmly chosen filled his chest, and he felt so touched and loved that it almost overflowed.
He held Chu Qingluan's hand with such force that he almost rubbed her into his bones and blood. Thousands of words were stuck in his throat, and finally turned into a low and tender call: "Qingluan..."
"With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?"
In the night, the two kissed in the corridor, and a soft orange lantern hung not far away, adding a hazy color to the ambiguous air.
The scene changed, and the two of them had arrived at the big bed in the side room, Qin Yuan was on top, and Chu Qingluan was on the bottom, staring at each other deeply, their eyes so gentle that they could be drawn.
"Qingluan, you already knew this, right?"
He was referring to the fact that Chu Hong recovered his memory but deliberately disguised it.
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