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Although Cheng Tian Hua didn't want to accept Gu Zi Hao's help, the two nurses sorrowfully begged her to take them in and not drive them away.

After all, employers as willing to spend money as Gu are rare, and they don't want to lose such a good opportunity to make money.

Cheng Tian Hua looked at their pleading faces and then looked at his left leg, which really needed help. He could only keep them here.

With the help of the nurse, Cheng's days were much better. He could even take a breath of fresh air in the garden in the morning and afternoon.

To her relief, Gu Zi Hao didn't appear in front of her again these few days, saving her a lot of uneasiness.

After a week of recuperation, Cheng's left leg could already move slowly. This was a very good progress.

Today, after eating breakfast, Cheng Tian Painting wanted to ask her aunt to accompany her for a walk in the garden, but someone suddenly knocked on the ward's door. She glanced in the direction of the door and answered without any hope, "Come in."

She had accepted the fact that he would not come back, and she was numb to the knock on the door.

The door was pushed open, and Aunt Shuang walked in.

Cheng Tian Painting was startled as she had never expected it to be Aunt Shuang. Surprised and a little surprised, she called out excitedly, "Godmother."

Looking at her on the wheelchair, Aunt Shuang's eyes reddened, and she quickly walked in front of her, sizing her up while saying, "Little picture, I heard from your colleague that you were in a car accident and scared your godmother to death. How about it? Is it serious? Does it hurt? "

Cheng Tian Painted shook his head with a smile, "It doesn't hurt. It's much better now."

"Why didn't you tell your godmother? "He never tells his godmother anything." Aunt Shuang rebuked.

"I've called the godmother before. She was probably too busy to listen."

Aunt Shuang was puzzled. "Is that so? Why didn't I see your call? "

"It was a few days ago, but mother, don't worry. I have a nurse looking after me, it's pretty good." Cheng Tian pointed at the two guards beside him.

Aunt Shuang glanced at the two servants and asked, "Did Young Master Mu invite you?"

"That's right, Young Master Mu is busy with work and doesn't have time to accompany me in the hospital." Cheng Tian Hua casually lied to her, not wanting to let Aunt Shuang worry about his thoughts.

Aunt Shuang's hands tightened around the armrests of the wheelchair, her knuckles turning white, but her expression didn't change in the slightest.

Shen Muxi would be at the entrance of the People's Hospital every day, but he never stopped the car.

Only today, he stopped the car by the side of the road.

The words of Gu Zi Hao's accusation came to mind, and Cheng Tian's picture of lying alone in the hospital began to clear up in his mind.

He knew that Gu Zi Hao had already sent for Cheng Tian Painting to ask the nurse, and perhaps Gu Zi Hao would still be at Cheng Tian Painting's side every day.

He didn't know what he should say to Cheng Tian Painting after he entered, nor did he know if he should be as domineering as before and drive Gu Zi Hao away or silently turn around and leave if he were to run into the two of them together.

He was drunk that night, but drunk and truthful, and every word he said was sincere, including his willingness to set her free. Since he had already decided that he wouldn't fall in love with her in this life, he would give her to a man who was willing to love her. This was something he was reluctant to part with, but it was something he would never do for her.

He turned off the engine, pushed open the door, and stepped out of the car, his steps still hesitant and hesitant.

Raising his head, he saw a familiar figure walking towards him. He was stunned for a moment, then politely nodded and said, "Auntie, why are you here?"

"I'm here for a routine checkup. What about you?" Yang Tianxin sized him up.

"I …" Shen Muxi opened his mouth and was at a loss for words.

"You must be here to visit Cheng Tian's painting, right?" Mistress Yang laughed mockingly. "She's quite considerate. I heard that you even hired two nurses for her, and they're at the top of the hospital."

"Yes, Little Painting needs someone to take care of her."

"As expected, they really are mutual lovers." Mistress Yang gave him a mocking glance before turning around and walking toward the taxi stand by the side of the road.

Shen Muxi stood motionless for a moment before turning around and calling out to her, "Aunt."

Mistress Yang turned her head and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I'll send you back." He walked quickly to the back of the car and opened the door. "Auntie, please get in."

Mistress Yang sized him up and said, "Then I'll be troubling you." He bent down and went inside.

Shen Moxi walked around the front of the car to the driver's side and opened the door to get in. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of another familiar figure. He was slightly surprised and turned his head slightly. His eyes happened to be looking at Cheng Tian painting.

Cheng Tian Painted sat in a wheelchair, the bandages on his head replaced with small, less ugly pieces of gauze. Nails were still being pinned to his legs.

She was looking at him, her eyes filled with confusion.

Shen Moxi, on the other hand, retracted his gaze from her body for only two seconds, turned around, opened the car door, and sat inside.

Watching Shen Muxi's Bentley disappear into the traffic, Cheng Tianhua took a deep breath, his heart filled with sadness.

It was the first time she had seen Shen Moxi in so many days since he had walked away from her. Sadly, he was so cold that she did not even greet him.

"Miss Cheng, are you really going to Arne Hospital?" A nurse said with a depressed face, "You are not well yet. You should wait until you are discharged from the hospital."

"That's right. If the doctor knew that you had snuck out, he would definitely be furious." Another nurse joined in the dissuasion.

After Cheng Tian had mentioned that they were going to visit a friend in Arne, the two nurses had tried to dissuade them. They were clearly sick, so how could they go to another hospital to visit someone else? He was truly speechless.

"I'll be right back. It won't be long." Cheng Tian Hua raised his head and looked at them apologetically, "Sorry for the trouble."

"Alright, you must return quickly." The nurse reluctantly agreed.

"Alright." Cheng Tian nodded.

Just now, when Shen Moxi and Cheng Tian painting looked at each other for a short moment, Mistress Yang did not notice. After getting into the car, she quickly took off her jacket and did not pay attention to the outside at all.

After bidding farewell to Cheng Tian Hua's ward, she went to the attending physician and asked about his condition before leaving the hospital.

"Are you busy these days?" she asked casually.

Shen Moxi glanced at her through the rear-view mirror and smiled, "I'm a little busy."

"How long has it been since I last saw Tensing?" Mistress Yang asked again.

"Yesterday."

"You're not planning to go today, are you?"

"I'll go when I have time."

"In a while, go and bring me some things."

"Yes, Auntie." Shen Muxi nodded in agreement.

The car stopped in front of the main house of the Yang family. Immediately, a servant ran up to open the door.

After Lady Yang got out of the car, she turned around and said to Shen Moxi, "Wait a moment, I'll go and bring the things over."

Mistress Yang was about to walk into the house when Shen Moxi called out to her, "Aunt."

"What's wrong?"

Shen Moxi smiled. "I would like to take a seat in Tensing's room, may I?"

Mistress Yang froze for a moment, unable to understand why he would suddenly make such a request. In the past four years, he had never asked to visit Yang Manxin's room.

She bit her lip and smiled. "Of course you can. Come in."

"Thank you, Auntie." Shen Moxi lowered his head towards her and followed her inside.

Yang's bedroom was on the second floor, wide and bright, with light blue color decorations that were warm and romantic.

Mistress Yang pushed open the door and gestured for Shen Moxi to enter. Shen Moxi then walked in.

He had been to Yang Manxin's bedroom twice. He said that it was the day of the wedding and the day of the engagement, but he had not paid any attention to the details of the bedroom.

"Her bedroom hasn't changed since Tensing." Mistress Yang followed him into the room and said with a sorrowful tone, "Since Tensing doesn't like others to touch her things, the servants are extremely careful when cleaning her things. They are afraid that Tensing will be unhappy if she wakes up with someone touching her things."

Shen Mouxi looked around and touched it and found that the bedroom was indeed spotless.

He walked over to Simmons's big bed and sat down. It was soft and comfortable.

Mistress Yang sized him up for a moment before saying, "You should look around yourself. I'll be leaving first."

"Alright." Shen Moxi nodded at her.

Mistress Yang left, closing the door behind her.

Shen Moxi stood up from the bed, walked to the French window and pulled the curtain aside. The vision here was very good, and the air was fresh. He imagined Yang Tenxin standing here every morning with drowsy eyes, looking out of the window at the scene, it was warm and lovely.

On the left of the bedroom was a whole row of push-pull wardrobe. Shen Muxi pushed open the first cabinet door, which was filled with beautiful and expensive dresses. The second door was filled with a top, the third with a jacket, and the fourth with a dress for various occasions.

His fingertips brushed across the varying lengths and colors of the gown, finally stopping on a pink and purple short gown. With a slight twinge of sadness, he took the gown out of the wardrobe.

It was a little girl's dress, and the only one he was familiar with.

The dress was soft, with two roses and a few pearls around her waist. The lotus leaf dress looked especially elegant, but there was one piece missing.

The first time he saw Yang Tingxin, she was wearing this dress. At that time, in order to help him bandage his wrist, Yang Tingxin resolutely tore his skirt with his teeth.

"Although this dress is torn, it is Tensing's most treasured one." Mistress Yang walked in with a cup of water and handed it to him.

"Thank you." Shen Moxi took the glass with one hand.

Mistress Yang smiled, "It's your birthday that day, right? I brought Tensing to a gift shop to test out her dress. She picked this one out with just a glance." Her eyesight is really good. Even Old Madam Shen praised her dress to be pretty, and your little sister Yuqing was jealous back then. Tensing said she knew you in this dress, so she wouldn't throw it away even if it was broken like this. She said she'd keep it as a souvenir. "

Mistress Yang glanced at Shen Moxi after speaking, and when she saw that he did not say anything, she quietly retreated out of the room.

Shen Moxi did not want to speak, because his mind and heart were filled with memories of the past and he could not think any further.

He put the dress back in its place and pulled the door shut.

On the other side of the bedroom hung an art photo with an oversized frame. In the photo, Yang Tian was smiling sweetly, looking fresh and moving. Beneath the photo was the dressing table, similarly beautifully decorated and spotless.

The dresser drawer was not locked. Inside, there was a neatly arranged photo album and a stack of letters, both of which deleted and fixed the details of Yang Tenxin's life since she was young.

from her birth, to walking, to going to kindergarten... Looking further down, Shen Muxi saw that the few pictures he had taken that year with Yang Tenxin had all been preserved by her.

At that time, he was young and sunny, and she was young and adorable. Their relationship was deeper than friends and thicker than siblings. They didn't understand love, but they loved each other more.

The letters were old, each one coming from a distant foreign country, each one in his own handwriting.

Shen Moxi placed the photo album and the letter back in place, closed the drawer, and closed his eyes to let his heart beat faster.

Although he was drunk that day, Gu Zi Hao's words were vaguely remembered. Although he didn't believe his words, when he coincidentally met Mistress Yang, he still brought up the idea of coming here to take a look.

It was fortunate that he came. Otherwise, he wouldn't have seen everything and wouldn't have been able to use his firm attitude to believe Yang Manxin's identity.

As for why Gu Zi Hao told him such a lie, it seemed that there was no need to investigate it further.

After exiting the Yang family's villa, Shen Muxi drove to the Arne hospital. At this moment, he wanted to see Yang Manxin more than ever before. He wanted to see her as soon as possible.