Time and you are my fault

Chu Yi paused, and the chill spread from the soles of her feet, freezing her heart that was as warm as water not long ago.

got engaged……

"Who is he engaged to! Who else is willing to accept his half-disabled body besides Yiyi?"

Chewie stared at the heavy security door and reached out to push it open, but she seemed to have lost all her courage and strength.

"The body is slowly recovering? It won't be like before, and it will be over for a few days! No! The point is not this, who is he engaged to!"

Time seemed to stand still, and a voice suddenly came out of her heart.

Once a grievance arises, once a crack appears in the relationship, no matter how much it is repaired, it will never return to the past.

The phone in his palm vibrated.

Chu Yihong picked it up and looked at it. It was a set of official numbers.

She went back to the room and clicked to answer.

"Hello, Ms. Chuyi, I am the official customer service of Patek Philippe. May I ask if you have received our watch today?"

"Ah."

"Okay, this watch was bought by Mr. Zong Yanxiu from us three months ago, and he asked for it to be delivered today..."

Later, Chu Yi didn't listen to what the customer service said.

All her thoughts were stuck on three months ago.

It turned out that this watch, this so-called birthday present, was prepared by him for her a long time ago.

It's not that he has her in his heart.

It's him in the past, with her in his heart.

Now, he is getting engaged.

With trembling fingers, he clicked on the Weibo search bar and entered Zong Yanxiu's name.

Countless related news jumped out below.

Now the most popular is a group of photos.

In the photo, a man is sitting in a wheelchair, and a woman in a white coat is bending over and squatting in front of him, with her hands on the backs of his hands.

The woman raised her head, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, looking up at him devoutly.

The author is a Chinese girl who is recuperating with her grandmother abroad, with the accompanying text:

[Is this the handsome president of Hengzong?I heard he was going to be engaged to this doctor. 】

Below, the comments are growing rapidly.

[The ex-wife announced her engagement last week, but now her ex-husband is also engaged, are the two angry? 】

[It seems that the news broke the truth. Heng Zong was indeed ill, and his ex-wife cuckolded him after being ill. It was miserable enough. 】

【Who knows, anyway, congratulations to Xiaozong for getting out of the shadows and regaining his second spring. I wish him a speedy recovery. 】

Unknowingly, tears have fallen.

When Lian Shanshan returned to the private room, seeing Chu Yi staring out of the window with a calm expression, she breathed a sigh of relief, "My stomach hurts, so I squatted for a while longer."

Chuy nodded lightly.

As soon as Lian Shanshan took her seat, she was surprised to find that the red wine bottle beside her was mostly empty, "Why did you drink so much secretly!"

"It's my birthday, I'm happy, can't I?"

Chu Yi answered with her chin propped up. At this moment, the circles of her eyes were red, and the bottom of her eyes was infiltrated by watery light.

Lian Shanshan pursed her lips, "Then blow out candles and eat cake to make a wish."

The cake was brought out by Lian Shanshan.

A birthday hat was put on Chewie's head, the lights in the room were turned off, and only the flickering light of the candles cared about her cheeks.

She clasped her hands together and closed her eyes.

But after two or three seconds, he opened his eyes and blew out the candle.

"It's over?" Lian Shanshan just finished taking the photo and looked at her in bewilderment.

Chewie took a bite of the cake with a fork, "It's never worked, so what's the point?"

There was a sense of aggrieved stubbornness in her tone.

Obviously drunk.

After coaxing the drunk Chu Yi back home, Lian Shanshan breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered to herself, "Why are you drinking so much all of a sudden?"

After wiping her face and changing her pajamas, Lian Shanshan gently closed the door and left.

On the bed, the woman who kept her eyes closed all the time slowly opened them.

What followed were tears that poured down turbulently.

She wanted to get up from the bed, but she felt dizzy and fell back into the bed again.

The feeling of dizziness is getting worse and worse, and the brain and thinking are gradually getting out of control.

She raised her red face from under the quilt, sniffed and looked to the right, "Zong Yanxiu, I want to drink water..."

The voice fell, and the room was still silent.

She blinked and stared at the vacated area on the right. After a long time, tears fell again.

She raised her hand to wipe away her tears, touched the phone, unlocked it, and stared at the group of numbers that she knew by heart.

Obviously drunk and cowardly, but at this moment, she dared not dial this group of numbers.

Tossing and turning on the bed, finally buried his face in the quilt, and the sound of whimpering gradually came out from inside.

What Chu Yi didn't know was that when she turned her body, she accidentally touched the number on the screen.

At this moment, the call has been answered.

In the quiet room, the woman's choked cry was very obvious.

Like a barbed knife, slowly cutting every inch of his nerves.

Pain swept through his body, but Zong Yanxiu remained unchanged, sitting on a chair on the balcony, listening to the voice on the other end of the phone.

It was the voice he had been thinking about day and night for nearly a month.

Once in the emergency room, life and death passed by several times, and he was thinking, if she really died, would she miss him for a moment in the future?

In those lonely nights, the thoughts that grew wildly surrounded his heart like vines, getting tighter and tighter, but it also became the existence that supported the last ray of light in his life.

The crying gradually weakened, and the voice mixed with nasal sound came.

"How can you be engaged?"

The grievance of Yingtian overflowed from his breath and tone at this moment.

"I don't want you to get engaged... Zong Yanxiu, you can't get engaged to someone else!" Her aggrieved voice was full of anxious resentment, and her tongue was a little inflexible due to drunkenness.

"You... belong to me alone!" She thrashed on the bed, slapping the pillow with her small hands, digesting the rampant pain in her body alone.

"You are mine, how can you be engaged to another woman, you can't laugh with other women, you are not allowed to talk to her, let alone let her touch you!"

She was domineering like a king of the mountain, and her yelling, mixed with nasal voice, really spread to the other side of the ocean.

After nearly a month, hearing her snarky voice again, and hearing her emotional voice only venting to him again made him feel as if he had passed away.

But he didn't dare to make a sound, he was afraid that if he spoke, she would hang up the phone.

During this month, it's not that he hasn't thought about contacting her proactively.

But whenever she looked at that group of numbers, her resolute and indifferent affection filled her mind.

She said she couldn't see the future in him.

She said he was left with a sickly body.

She said the child was not his.

Even, she is getting engaged to someone else.

Those pictures overlapped and appeared in his mind, torturing his nerves over and over again.

He dare not.

It hurts so much.

But now hearing her cry, his heart was as dead as ashes, and a little spark was ignited again. Just one click, just one click, can rekindle the positive sky.

Even now, as long as she said "come back" when she was drunk, he would be able to return to her regardless of his body or future.

It doesn't matter if you say he is cheap, or you say he has no shame.

The moment she stuck the knife into his chest, what he thought was whether her hand would hurt at that time.

The breathing on the other end of the phone gradually calmed down.

He looked at the beating numbers on the call interface, and only at this moment did he really feel that he was still alive.

Chu Yi talked a lot drunk, and finally fell asleep from exhaustion, but the phone kept talking.

After half an hour, he took the initiative to hang up the phone.

At the same time, the phone interface displays [Your call recording has been saved to a folder, please check. 】

Instead of checking, he clicked on a message.

[Dear Mr. Zong, your reservation order has been delivered on time according to your requirements, I wish you a happy life. 】

The sender is the official Patek Philippe number.

The man squeezed the phone, his eyes fell on the familiar group of numbers on the call interface.

After a long time, he whispered into the air.

"Happy birthday."