It's not too late to love: Young Master Fu spoils his wife with strength

"The reason why you chose to leave back then was because you knew about the heart. You couldn't accept that the heart of a person you hate so much is actually inside your body."

Xinyu: "..."

To Xinyu, this news was like a bolt from the blue.

She even looked at Mu Yihang in disbelief: "How could that be?"

"Yeah, how could it be? You are still the same as before. Your first reaction is to ask how could it be? But this is the fact. Your heart was indeed given by him."

Xinyu's thoughts were confused, she didn't know what to say, she never thought of it, and among the points she didn't know, this was also included.

Fu Chengxun gave her heart?

So what about Fu Chengxun?

Who gave him his current heart, or is it the artificial heart in his body now?
But why did he give her a heart?

With so much hurt between them, why did he give her his heart?

During this time when Xinyu was contemplating, Mu Yihang sat silently across from her and looked at her expression.

What is she thinking?
Do you choose to let go of the past, let go of Fu Chengxun's hurt, and look at the things in your heart, forgive me?

The two had their own concerns, and it lasted for about 5 minutes before Xinyu opened his mouth to break the deadlock.

"I see." Without too many words, she just said this.

Mu Yihang couldn't figure out what she was thinking in her heart, let alone what kind of turbulent waves were hidden in her light words.

"I want to go and see, is the place where I jumped off the building okay?"

"where are you going?"

Mu Yihang did not expect that she would say such a sentence in the end.

"Well, I want to see it, can you take me there?"

Mu Yihang couldn't figure it out, but since she mentioned it, he finally agreed.

……

A house with a good location, Xinyu walked in with Mu Yihang behind.

It was empty inside, with nothing, and a certain amount of dust had accumulated on the sofa and other places.

"Is there no one living here?"

Xinyu asked while looking at the room in front of him.

Mu Yihang hummed: "After your accident, I took you to the place where you lived later, and this place was vacant."

"Then you haven't thought about selling this house?"

He looked back at her with deep eyes: "There are memories of me and you here, I don't want to."

Xinyu's body froze slightly: "Memories? But from your description, it seems that they are all bad memories. Is there anything worth remembering?"

"I love you, although we have very little contact, although I am not the first person you know, nor the best person to you, but I love you. Since I love you, I will want to keep everything about Memories of both of us."

Xinyu was a little surprised by his direct expression of love.

"Thank you for your love." She spoke in a warm voice, expressing her gratitude calmly and indifferently.

Mu Yihang's eyes moved slightly, and he wanted to say something, but before he could speak, Xinyu had already started walking towards that side.

"Is that where I jumped from?" She stood at a distance from the window, pointed there, and asked him back.

Mu Yihang looked at the window, and his memory returned to when she jumped from that place two years ago.

Feeling inexplicably nervous and afraid, he stepped forward and held her hand: "Yes."

Xinyu lowered her head, looked at the tightly clenched hands, at first she wanted to struggle, but when she thought about what Mu Yihang's sudden movement meant, she stopped again.

"Are you afraid?"

Mu Yihang's eyes fell on her, and there was a complicated flow of light inside.

"When you jumped down, my psychology was greatly impacted."

"So you're worried that I'll do something while I'm standing there?"

Although he didn't want to admit it, this was indeed what Mu Yihang was worried about.

Xinyu smiled lowly, and took his hand out of Mu Yihang's.

"You think too much. I don't have any memories of the past now. All I know is just what I know from different people. I won't do anything. Don't worry."

Mu Yihang looked down at the empty palm, feeling a little sad.

Over there, Xinyu has already walked to the window.

Standing there, she subconsciously closed her eyes.

A few minutes later, she opened her eyes, but there was still nothing in her mind.

Even if you come here again, can you still not remember anything?
She shook her head, then turned to look at Mu Yihang: "Okay, let's go."

After saying this, she walked towards the door first.

Mu Yihang followed.

"Not staying any longer?"

"No need." She replied.

While walking forward.

"Ayu."

"Ah."

"sorry."

There was a momentary pause in the pace of Xinyu's feet, but it was only a momentary pause: "Yeah."

There was an unconcealable grief on Mu Yihang's expression: "Do you still want to leave?"

"I was just here to take a look." Now that I can't think of anything, I should leave naturally.

"You still hate me?"

"Hate? If I have memory now, I should hate it. But I can't remember the past, so it's a bit redundant to say these now."

She has been like this from beginning to end.

Mu Yihang's voice became more and more difficult: "It was my fault that forced you to jump off the building. For so long, I have been thinking about what method to use to make up for you, but Ah Yu, sometimes I feel , There is nothing wrong with amnesia, at least you have forgotten the painful and tormented past, at least, you are happy, aren't you?"

When he got to the side of the car, Xinyu stopped, thinking about what Mu Yihang said just now.

"Mr. Mu."

Mu Yihang looked at her.

"Maybe it's like what you said, but it doesn't matter what it is, and we probably won't have to meet again in the future."

"Ayu."

"Now, please take me back."

She was polite and distant, blocking everything he wanted to say.

Mu Yihang felt so uncomfortable that he could hardly breathe. He wanted to say a lot, and even selfishly didn't want to send her back.

But after so long, he understood a truth in the process of fumbling.

Whether it is her before amnesia or after amnesia, he has never been able to completely control her with just a few words.

……

Hotel downstairs.

Xinyu opened the car door and got out of the car, looking at Mu Yihang who got off with her.

"I'm leaving. Goodbye, Mr. Mu."

"Ayu." He hastily called her to stop.

But he didn't know what to say.

Xinyu probably also guessed the complexity in his heart at the moment, she stood obediently by the side of the road, looking calm and gentle.

"Mr. Mu, although there are many grievances and grievances between us, for those two years, I have to say thank you no matter what, thank you for taking care of Qingyi, thank you for taking care of me."