Shen Canghao stood in the spacious living room, the dim light of the twilight enveloping the room, and as he turned around, he only saw her figure stumbling as she disappeared from the bedroom.

He subconsciously took a few steps forward and then stopped.

What was wrong with him? The capriciousness, the joy and the anger, the thought began to revolve around her, shouldn't, shouldn't.

He stepped back in a daze, lit a cigarette and took a long drag, calming himself down.

The golden light suddenly faded, the sky turned a heavy dark blue, his palms supported on the windowsill. That night when he was drunk, what she had said made him feel inexplicably happy, and the ten days he had spent in Italy, he had no other intentions. He started to worry about her silently, and he could not deny that he had wanted to get along well with her, to start over again.

She didn't stop him from using security measures. Perhaps it was the fuse that had made him angry. She couldn't remember his birthday at all, and it made him even angrier.

She was just an ordinary woman who could not be considered beautiful due to her lack of money. She was just a "bad woman" who had met him in a lowly way!

He had married her half because of anger and half because of his grandfather. He didn't love her, and he knew that.

But now that Sulay was married, he was married, and since that was his destiny, it was better to live in peace. He didn't hate her, and he was happy with her, which none of his mistresses could compare to.

No matter if he was sad or sad, he had to come forward day by day. If she could make him forget about Sulay, then, he was willing to maintain this marriage with her.

Thinking of this, he put out the cigarette and walked upstairs.

When he was about to open the bedroom door, he held his breath and quietly listened to the sounds inside the room. It was very quiet, without crying, as if there was no one inside.

He pushed open the door and entered, but there was no one in the bedroom. His breathing paused for a moment, then he walked straight to the bathroom.

"Xu Huayan." He knocked on the door but could only vaguely hear the sound of water splashing. It seemed like he wanted to cover something up.

Just as he was about to knock again, the door opened and she stood there with her head bowed. Her eyes were as red as peaches, and her scalded hand was hanging there, dripping wet.

He didn't know what to say, but she was just quiet. The silence in the air was frightening, and the Immortal Phoenix Flowers blooming on the balcony were perfect. She must have planted them herself, right?

Even their tastes were so different, what Su Lai had always liked were not these local flowers …

He suddenly shook his head and drove the image away. The night seemed to have fallen at that very moment, as her face suddenly became blurry.

"Wrap up the wound." With a sigh, he opened his mouth and took her uninjured hand and led her outside. She didn't struggle, but obediently followed him.

When he came back to her with the scalding cream, her eyes seemed even redder.

"Give me your hand." His tone was not mean or frivolous, it sounded very comfortable.

She stretched out her hand, and her entire palm swelled up. It was unknown when the blister broke, but it looked extremely shocking. His hand that held the ointment trembled, and his voice became even more hoarse.

She raised her head. Her big eyes were only swollen to the point where they were only a slit wide open. She looked like she was in a sorry state, but it made his heart ache for her.

"Shen Canghao, where did I miss you? How did I make you hate me? How did I make you unhappy? How did I make you unhappy? Please tell me. I'll change it."

Her voice was hoarse, and she sounded as if she had been crying for a long time.

He paced restlessly, but his eyes could not escape her injured hand. "I'll call the doctor," he said.

He tried to dodge, but she got up and chased after him, grabbing his arms with both hands and exerting a little strength.

He was greatly shocked. She had gone mad! Her hand was so injured, yet she still dared to use so much strength!

"Let go!" He frowned, turning around and carefully moving her finger away. His arm was already stained with blood, causing his chest to ache. When he raised his head, he saw a flash of sadness in her eyes.

She sat stiffly on the sofa and opened her mouth in a daze, "I'm very tired, Shen Canghao... "Very tired."

As he looked at her, her grief seemed to infect him as well. He seemed to be guided by something as he walked over to her side, knelt in front of her knees, and softly called out, "Yan Yan."

She raised her hand and struggled for a long time, but it did not land on his face. She only smiled sadly, "The Song family is my first love, the first man I truly and sincerely loved. But he betrayed me.

Her tears fell as she looked at him deeply, her voice began to tremble, "I don't know, I don't know when it started, but I have some expectations for you. Maybe it was my first time with you … After that, maybe when I was almost raped and I ran to find you and you carried me, maybe when I had your child waiting stupidly for you to come back, maybe when you put that ring on my finger and said you wanted me to marry you, when you took my hand and walked on the red carpet … "Shen Canghao, I'm tempted …"

He was stunned by her sudden words. Raising his head to look at her, his lips curled up uncontrollably. "Yan Yan, are you saying that you like me?"

She smiled at him and shook her head. "But you don't love me, do you?"

"Yan Yan …" He pursed his lips, feeling his heart was in turmoil. After hesitating for a while, he finally murmured, "Give me time, give me time, okay?"

"I know that you can only be happy with someone you like." She gently touched his face with her fingertips, then lovingly said, "Go find her, divorce me, marry her, and have her accompany you by your side … I, I don't care, really. "

"Yan Yan Yan." Suddenly, he reached out his hand and hugged her tightly. "Trust me, can we start over?"