Good heavens! Lin Congzhi actually moved the ceiling light to another location so he could see her from the bed.
This arrangement of ceiling lights looks very awkward.
"That bastard, is he afraid of forgetting me, or what? Why would he do this?"
"There's one in the living room, one in the gym, one in the study, and even a huge one in the master bedroom... this..."
She was incoherent, feeling that Lin Congzhi loved her deeply and could not forget her.
She came to the bottom of the ceiling and looked up carefully. She found that she was in every single small photo. Moreover, it seemed that she was in every period of these seven years, even photos from junior high school.
She was only in the same class as Lin Congzhi in high school, not in junior high. Therefore, it is certain that Lin Congzhi spent a lot of money to buy it from her relatives, friends and classmates.
Each photo, so youthful, beautiful, and vibrant, moved her deeply and filled her with admiration.
Time flies so fast; in the blink of an eye, she's in her twenties. Before long, she'll be a wife and a mother.
Crystalline tears filled her eyes, shimmering with a captivating brilliance under the lamplight.
Looking at the photos from her childhood, tears welled up in her eyes. She then rushed to the bedside, threw herself onto Lin Congzhi, and sobbed uncontrollably.
She never imagined that someone would love her so much in the past seven years, and she never imagined that person would be Lin Congzhi, whom she had tried her best to win over.
I feel like I've missed something, yet it all feels like a fleeting dream, so ephemeral and ephemeral.
While she was crying, Lin Congzhi frantically mumbled in his sleep, "Girl... I was wrong, don't go... don't go!"
Jiang Yimei immediately grabbed his hand and told him personally, "I'm here, I haven't left."
Lin Congzhi, who had just woken up from a nightmare, seemed to hear Jiang Yimei's voice. He turned his head and saw that the beautiful woman sitting by the bed looked exactly like Jiang Yimei in his dream. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "Girl, is it really you?"
With tears in her eyes, Jiang Yimei nodded in response, "Yes, it really is me."
Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?
Lin Congzhi immediately got up, wanting to comfort Jiang Yimei, but found himself powerless and unable to move.
Jiang Yimei shook her head and replied, "No, I cried because I was scared."
She lied because she didn't want Lin Congzhi to see any hope, because she knew that once there was hope, this man who loved her to the bone would pursue her relentlessly until death.
Lin Congzhi looked puzzled: "Afraid? Why are you afraid?"
Jiang Yimei explained, "Didn't you say you were going to commit suicide? How could I not be afraid?"
"Suicide?"
Lin Congzhi never considered taking his own life.
Although I felt depressed and in pain for the past three days, I never thought of ending my life, because that would be too cowardly and not like me.
Moreover, if he committed suicide, wouldn't that be tantamount to handing Jiang Yimei over to someone else? He wouldn't be that stupid.
Seeing him frowning and deep in thought, Jiang Yimei asked, "Don't you remember?"
"I..." Lin Congzhi was about to speak when he inadvertently saw the IV drip by the bedside.
It seems he really is in trouble, but he doesn't know what it is: "I was drunk and don't remember anything."
Jiang Yimei learned from the family doctor that Lin Congzhi was a little drunk, and she also smelled alcohol on his breath when she was changing his clothes.
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