Qin Ying closed the diary with tears streaming down her face. She turned around and took a deep look at Fu Hanzhou who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and said silently in her heart:
"Fu Hanzhou, goodbye. You must be well, live every day from now on, treat Qin Ying well, treat yourself well, grow old with her and have children soon. Remember, you must be extremely happy!"
After saying that, she put the two jade pendants together.
In an instant, dazzling light filled the entire room, and the door of time and space slowly opened.
A powerful suction force came from the door, and Qin Ying felt that her soul had left her body and was floating uncontrollably towards the door.
She did not struggle, but just looked at Fu Hanzhou quietly, engraving his appearance deeply in her mind.
The morning light mixed with the coppery sound of the morning bugle in the compound seeped in through the window cracks, and Fu Hanzhou opened his eyes on time to the bugle call.
He lay on his side, the quilt hanging loosely around his waist, his eyes fixed on the face of the person beside him - Qin Ying's eyelashes cast butterfly-wing-like shadows in the morning light, and the corners of her lips still had the blush from last night's kiss.
He stretched out his hand, his fingertips hovering in the air for a moment before carefully brushing the strands of hair across her forehead.
The image of her trembling in his arms last night suddenly came back to him clearly. His Adam's apple rolled as he chuckled softly, his voice still hoarse from just waking up:
"Don't pretend to be asleep when you're awake."
The person beside him quivered his eyelashes and slowly opened his eyes. Those eyes, once filled with cunning and calmness, were now covered with a layer of confused mist, like a frightened deer.
She saw Fu Hanzhou's naked chest and face so close to her. Her cheeks flushed red. She hurriedly pulled the quilt over half of her face and hummed softly, like a mosquito:
"Fu, Brother Fu..."
The three words "Brother Fu" were like three ice spikes, piercing Fu Hanzhou's cochlea.
The smile on his face froze instantly, his fingertips paused in her hair, and he even forgot to breathe.
Memories surged uncontrollably: Zhao Shunxi's hideous face, Qin Ying's desperate eyes when her clothes were torn open, and the timid and cowardly figure in the Civil Affairs Bureau.
"Brother Fu, I didn't... I was drugged..."
At this moment, the person in front of him looked at him timidly with watery eyes, overlapping and separating with the stubborn and passionate soul in his memory.
The morning call outside the window had stopped at some point, leaving only the ticking of the old-fashioned clock, striking at his suddenly tightened heart.
"you……"
He spoke, his voice very dry:
"What did you call me?"
The person under the quilt was frightened by his suddenly cold eyes and shrank back to the edge of the bed, the exposed half of his face full of helplessness:
"Fu, Brother Fu... isn't that right?"
She blinked her eyes, her eyes as innocent as a blank sheet of paper, and she had no idea why he looked like this.
Fu Hanzhou's eyes were fixed on her face, trying to find a familiar shadow in her eyebrows and expression.
But the person in front of him would be shy and timid, but there was no trace of Qin Ying who dared to hold the knife calmly on the operating table and would roll her eyes at him.
He suddenly threw off the quilt and sat up. The wound on his abdomen, which had just healed, was torn, but it still did not slow him down from getting up.
He grabbed her wrist, his fingertips almost digging into her flesh:
"Can you play the violin?"
"What's a violin?"
She shook her head blankly, her wrist struggling slightly in his palm.
“What about bilingual proofreading?”
His voice became lower and lower, trembling without him even noticing.
"I...I can't read..."
The last trace of blood faded from Fu Hanzhou's face.
He let go of his hand and stepped back as if he was burned, his lower back hitting the bed rail with a dull sound.
The air in the room suddenly became thin, and he could hear his own heavy breathing echoing in the silence.
Qin Ying was frightened by his appearance and shrank back:
"Brother Fu, what's wrong with you?"
This name was like a rusty knife, cutting into his heart again.
He looked at the familiar strand of hair beside his pillow and the birthmark on her body that belonged to Qin Ying, but for the first time he felt so unfamiliar - the face had not changed, but the light in the soul was completely extinguished.
Suddenly, a flash of light appeared at the corner of the table.
Fu Hanzhou turned his head stiffly and saw two dragon and phoenix pendants placed side by side, warm in the morning light. A few strands of his hair, which had been loosened last night, were still entangled in the knot of one of the jade pendants.
He suddenly frantically rummaged through the military uniform scattered on the ground, and the buttons fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
He didn't even bother to get dressed, his shirt tucked in hastily and his combat boot straps trailing loosely on the ground.
Downstairs, Xu Jinshu and Fu Hanting were sitting around the dining table drinking sweet potato millet porridge, the sound of the enamel bowls colliding was crisp and harsh.
As he rushed down the stairs, he knocked over a stool in the living room, startling Xu Jinshu so much that he frowned.
"Hanzhou, what are you doing so mad so early in the morning?"
"Mom, where's Qin Ying? Where's Ying Ying?"
He rushed to the dining table quickly, his combat boots making a dull sound on the carpet.
He clutched his mother's shoulders tightly, his fingertips suddenly digging into her flesh, veins on his neck bulged, and his voice was filled with tears, like a drowning man grasping at the last straw.
Xu Jinshu paused holding the wooden spoon, his cloudy eyes filled with doubt and uncertainty:
"Isn't Yingying sleeping in the room? I didn't see her come down."
She pointed upstairs:
"You kid, are you too tired from training..."
Fu Hanzhou's breathing stagnated.
He stared at his mother's calm face and clenched his fingers tightly - no, that's not right!
The Qin Ying who was "sleeping in the room" in front of him was definitely not the person who hugged him and discussed the jade pendant last night.
"She...she's been working as a foreign language translator at a publishing house lately? And she's still attending medical school?"
His voice trembled as he tried to confirm his suspicions.
Xu Jinshu took off his glasses:
"Yingying has never even been to school, how is that possible? Last month you hired a literacy teacher for her..."
"She is the top scorer in this year's college entrance examination!"
Fu Hanzhou suddenly overturned the rattan chair:
"He just performed surgery on me, brought me back from the brink of death, and even opened a jewelry store on Commercial Street! How could you not remember?!"
Fu Hanzhou's Adam's apple rolled, and he forced himself to calm down:
"Last month she spoke as a representative of the freshmen at the medical school's commencement ceremony and also played the violin."
He suddenly grabbed the enamel pot on the table and slammed it heavily on the table:
"Auntie Wu! Bring me Yingying's student ID!"
Wu Ma was holding the enamel basin and was stunned:
"Captain Fu, where did Yingying get her student ID? She's never even been to a university."
These words struck Fu Hanzhou like a bolt of lightning.
His voice suddenly rose, and he rushed forward and grabbed Fu Hanting's wrist:
"She also gave you a copy of The Shroud of a Nightingale. Have you forgotten that?"
Fu Hanting was so scared that she dropped the medicine box:
"Brother, I haven't read this book. Did you remember it wrongly?"
Fu Hanzhou's voice became more and more incredulous, with deep confusion in his eyes:
"How could you all have forgotten? Where on earth did Qin Ying, the one who snatched someone from the hands of the God of Death, go?!"
Xu Jinshu's face turned pale:
"Hanzhou! Calm down!"
"I'm awake!"
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