In the afternoon, Jiang Jinwang sat on a chair in the ward, watching Shen Zhiyi video-call her mother.
He heard her laughter and the words she spoke to comfort her parents.
My heart suddenly sank.
Only he himself knew what a despicable lie he had woven to make her forget.
Trapping her shamelessly.
But he always understood human nature.
If her parents knew, she would just have amnesia.
He would definitely return to his country and take her away from him.
And...
Tell her that they have broken up.
She would completely disappear from his life...
He spent half an hour, working numbly, building a wall of avoidance, but the moment he saw her for the first time, no... the moment he heard her name, it collapsed instantly.
Now the dream is woven.
How could he bear to pierce through this candy-like outer layer with his own hands... to pull out the bloody, suffocating reality...
She was the last one.
The life he had deliberately abandoned had long since become decayed.
Now she is "back".
The dust has cleared away.
How can he let go?
Jiang Jinwang lowered his eyes.
The corners of his lips curled up in a cold, self-deprecating arc.
How ridiculous, Jiang Jinwang.
It turns out that one day, you fell into such a situation.
The pain oscillates between "getting her" and "losing her".
The two are clearly distinguishable.
He couldn't do any of that.
"Hey, goodbye, Mom." Shen Zhiyi hung up the phone.
He turned his head and looked at the God of Death, Jiang Jinwang.
Open your hands to him.
"Hubby, hug me."
Jiang Jinwang raised his eyes and saw Shen Zhiyi's smart and cute eyebrows, which were like a dancing spring breeze, blowing away all the dust in his heart.
He curled his fingertips.
He tolerated his own meanness without any regret.
Jiang Jinwang stood up.
He walked up to her, let her hug his waist, and gently touched her head with his big hand.
"Does it still hurt?"
Shen Zhiyi shook his head, "After changing the medicine, it's already more than yesterday."
"Where's my phone?"
She just video-called her mother, both on his phone.
Jiang Jinwang paused.
His eyes darkened.
"It's broken." He was silent for a moment. "I guess it can't be repaired."
"Ah?" Shen Zhiyi sighed regretfully.
"There were so many photos of us stored in there. Are they all gone?"
Jiang Jinwang felt a pang of pain in his stomach.
Break up halfway.
It must have been deleted long ago.
He didn't open the album to look at it.
If he saw her taking a photo with another man inside, he wouldn't know how he would sleep.
That is tantamount to self-abuse.
Jiang Jinwang said in a low voice, "If it's gone, it's gone. I'll buy you a new one."
“Let’s just shoot it again.”
"In the future, there will be new memories..." He bent down and hugged her carefully, his voice trembling, "Let's start over."
Shen Zhiyi tilted her head against the side of his neck.
"Why are you talking so strangely today?"
"What do you mean by starting over? It never ended at all."
She pouted and said, "It's unlucky, so stop talking."
Jiang Jin's eyes suddenly turned red.
He tightened his jaw and swallowed the pain that surged out, "Yeah."
"No more."
"We're not going to finish."
"Never."
He closed his eyes, as if drinking poison to quench thirst, and tricked himself into drinking a bunch of lies. His heart, full of poison, was watered into a gorgeous flower.
Illusion, short-lived.
The price of withering is to tear out his entire heart.
But so what?
After she left, Ben was taken away along with his heart.
"Are you hungry?" Jiang Jinwang let go of her, his eyes gentle, "I'll go buy you some porridge."
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