Because she had been sitting on the ground for too long, her leg blood circulation was somewhat poor, and Lin Banxia couldn't help but stagger when she stood up.
Lin Banxia ignored her completely, stepping over the broken pieces on the floor as she staggered into her daughter's room.
Everything here is filled with their family's shared memories.
The bed in the corner was one they picked out themselves, and the teddy bear on the bedside table was a birthday gift for their daughter.
The new schoolbag she bought to welcome the start of the school year is hanging on the shelf, and the red flower on the schoolbag was sewn by Lin Banxia herself.
She was an artist and had never done this kind of work before, but she spent a long time learning it in order to please her daughter.
Everything remained the same as before, but their owner had completely left this world.
Lin Banxia glanced at it once and dared not look again. Dejected, she took out her suitcase from the closet and began to pack her things one by one.
She really couldn't stay in this place any longer.
Whenever she sees things from the past, she can't help but think of her lost daughter.
If this continues, she will definitely lose her mind.
In this marriage filled with pain and sorrow, Lin Banxia never had her husband by her side during any of her sad moments.
She couldn't see any point in continuing the relationship, nor did she want to wallow in this pain any longer.
Behind him, Song Mingqian followed from a distance, stammering for a long time, but still unable to say a word.
Lin Banxia pushed him away expressionlessly, picked up her luggage, and left.
Not only her own belongings, but also all of her daughter's things were taken away by her.
Song Mingqian was left staring at the house, which had become utterly deserted in the blink of an eye. He couldn't help but cover his face tightly and slump to the ground in despair.
The driver's voice was still ringing in my ears.
Song Mingqian gazed at the distant scenery, but couldn't help but drift off into a daze once again.
In a daze, he felt as if he had returned to the past.
He had forgotten how long ago this had happened, only remembering that his daughter was about two years old at the time.
It was so unsteady on its feet that it wobbled and looked like a cute little duck.
Song Mingqian is very busy with work, so he inevitably misses out on time with his family and rarely spends time with his wife and daughter.
His daughter, however, wasn't shy at all. Every time he came home, she would rush over, hug his neck, and call out indistinctly:
"Dad, welcome home."
The soft, sweet voice of a child is truly melting.
As Song Mingqian recalled that scene, he couldn't help but rub the scars on his wrist, a bitter smile appearing on his lips.
Lin Banxia accused him of being cold-blooded, feeling that he was not sad about losing his daughter and was unwilling to even take time to be with her.
But how could he not be sad?
Song Mingqian's love for his daughter was no less than anyone else's. Whenever there was a quiet night, he would pray to heaven again and again, willing to give his own life for his daughter's.
He would give up everything to save his daughter's life.
But that was during the most important period of their research and development project.
This is not the achievement of Song Mingqian alone, but rather the achievement of his entire team and even the country.
A strong sense of responsibility prevented Song Mingqian from making any mistakes, and even when he was heartbroken, he had to force himself to temporarily forget about them.
To ease the pain of losing his daughter, he constantly numbed himself with busyness, leaving himself no time to overthink.
Under such intense pressure, Song Mingqian was on the verge of collapse and was only able to keep going by receiving injections and IV drips.
This torment left him feeling completely drained, both physically and mentally, when that point ended, causing him to collapse in the research lab.
This past experience has always been the most painful and least wanted topic in Song Mingqian's heart.
The more he tried to escape, the more unwilling he was to recall, the more he couldn't help but question himself.
Even he was tormented by these negative emotions to this extent. How sad must Lin Banxia have been back then?
"Comrade Song, we've arrived."
At the driver's prompting, Song Mingqian slowly opened his eyes.
Hearing his wife's familiar voice coming from the cassette player, he was in a daze for a long time, still immersed in the past.
He only snapped out of his daze when the driver called him again, puzzled.
"I never thought I would fall asleep sitting up, and even fall asleep to the point of making my brain all foggy."
Song Mingqian smiled casually, then subconsciously raised his hand to rub his eyes. The moment he touched his cheek, he realized that his face was still wet.
The driver, who had already gotten out to open the car door for him, was stunned when he saw this scene.
"Comrade Song, what's wrong with you...?"
"It's nothing, just a dream about some things from the past."
Song Mingqian wiped his face, smiled at the driver, grabbed his luggage, and hurriedly got out of the car and left.
Having just had such a dream, he really didn't want to be all alone at home.
Since the Cheng family lived nearby, and Song Mingqian was thinking about Cheng Wan, who was pregnant, he decided to go to his sister Song Xunying's house first.
After turning into a nearby alley, he knocked on the door.
Seeing that no one answered from inside, he familiarly reached under a small pot of orchids placed by the door and took out the key.
Pushing open the gate, the first thing you see is a small courtyard.
Although the area is not large, it is very tidy, with a few potted plants scattered throughout, making it look particularly warm and inviting.
Song Mingqian opened the door to the main room and went inside. He casually put his luggage in the corner and looked around at the furnishings.
Seeing a teacup with its lid off on the table, he picked it up and touched the inside of the cup.
The cup had completely cooled down, with no temperature left, and the tea inside had turned a dark brown color.
Song Xunying was very diligent; she always washed cups and tableware immediately after use.
This cup is enough to conclude that they must have left in a hurry.
They were so anxious that they didn't even have time to drink more water.
Song Mingqian wondered if they had encountered something, and then took a walk around the house, where he immediately noticed the family photo hanging on the wall.
This family photo is the oldest in their family, and it also shows all the family members together.
The people in the photo are all very young. Song Xunying and Cheng Yuanshan are snuggling together, each holding a daughter in their arms.
Song Mingqian stood next to his sister, holding Lin Banxia's hand with one hand and a beautiful little girl in his arms with the other.
The family faced the camera, their smiles appearing both youthful and incredibly happy.
The scene where this photo was taken seems as vivid as ever, but more than a decade has passed and everything has changed.
Song Mingqian felt a sharp pain in his heart, and his heart was filled with bitterness.
But he couldn't dwell on his past pain for too long, for he heard hurried footsteps behind him.
"Mingqian, we've finally got you back. Xunying and Xiaocheng went out on business and were worried you wouldn't be able to find them, so they asked me to pass on a message."
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