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"You're still justified in cheating?"

Fu Haitang frowned and looked at her with half of her face buried under the quilt.

Song Weiyu looked as if he had done something bad. He only showed his round eyes, blinking and looking at him.

"That makes no sense...Is that why you divorced me?"

The weak voice was blocked at half its volume, and was particularly intimidating in the dim room with only the night light on.

The divorce was certainly not because she cheated on him, but simply because she didn't want him anymore.

"I guess so." He said against his will.

"Then why did you come to see me secretly?"

Song Weiyu pulled off the quilt that was covering her face, as if she had discovered the key point, and smiled with squinted eyes: "Mr. Ex-husband, you don't still love me, do you? That's why you secretly came to my current home to see me."

In fact, she was not without vigilance at the beginning.

But lying there listening to the man's complaints, the more she listened, the more upset she felt.

Especially when she heard him say, "I'm so good, but you still don't want me," she felt like she was trapped in a glass cage. She banged on the glass desperately to escape, but no one outside could hear her at all.

She seemed to be able to sense that what was covered by the glass was her real self with memories.

Fu Haitang smiled without saying anything and tapped her forehead twice.

The force was not light, and she covered her forehead in pain, "Are you angry because I exposed you?"

Then she glared at him coquettishly, rubbed her head, and looked like she had been bullied and felt deeply sorry for herself.

Seeing her heartless appearance, Fu Haitang suddenly wanted to take her away. If she continued to stay here, what if she was bullied by Han Guanshan?

Besides, no matter how many high-sounding words you say, you can deceive others but not your own heart. It would be good even if I could keep her by my side for the last few days.

He was just like that. He was heartbroken when he recalled the past, tried desperately to save himself when he was sober, and became obsessed and depraved again when he saw her.

In the repetitive cycle of the spell, his love for her only grew, and in the end, all he was left with was his own bottom line.

Fu Haitang finally couldn't help it, and reached out to touch Song Weiyu's soft face, smiling gently: "I know you are very insecure now, so come with me, I am the only one in this world who can protect you."

The man's eyes were deep, like a pool of moonlight, reflecting her face clearly.

She tilted her head, placed her face in the man's palm obediently, and looked him in the eye.

After a long while, he shook his head and said, "I can't leave. There is still one thing I don't understand."

The moonlight in Fu Haitang's eyes quickly faded away, and was obscured by dark clouds, leaving only obscurity.

She held the man's wrists with both hands, playing with his warm palms, and said, "When I figure it out, I will come to you, and then you can tell me about my first half of life."

Fu Haitang stared at her, and she gave him a gentle and sincere smile in return.

The doctor knocked on the door at this time, "Mr. Fu, we have to go."

Fu Haitang looked at the time and held the little hand that was rubbing against his palm.

Perhaps it was because the night was too beautiful, or perhaps the moonlight shining on him was soaked in wine, and he was a little carried away.

"Song Weiyu, do you trust me so much? We just met for the first time."

She nodded and raised an overly innocent smile: "Xin, as soon as I opened my eyes and saw you, I knew you must be the best person in the world to me."

"Because the way you look at me makes me feel at ease."

She thought that the man with such affectionate eyes must be the most vivid one in her blank memory.

Fu Haitang was so confused by her just a few words that he was completely at a loss.

A few hours ago, he was still thinking of sending her to a small town in Northern Europe and giving her a free and brilliant second half of her life.

Now, he held her hand and gazed at her lovingly as if he was confessing his love for her, without hiding his love for her at all.

"After losing your memory, will you fall in love with me again?"

Song Weiyu reached out to touch his eyebrows, nose, and lips. The outline drawn between his fingers seemed to match the person in his dream while he was sleeping.

"Yes, I liked you the first time I saw you."

No matter how many times they met, the first time they met in their youth, and the second time they met after losing their memories twice, her heart always beat fast.

Fu Haitang raised the corners of his lips in a satisfied arc, and looked at her infatuatedly, as if he had bewitched her. "I'm leaving now. Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

She thought about it and leaned over to whisper in the man's ear.

The warm breath hit Fu Haitang's ear, and the soft lips seemed to be approaching and leaving. "If I fall in love with you again, you must look after me this time and don't give me the chance to cheat again."

The two of them maintained an embrace.

Fu Haitang kissed her cheek, "Okay, then let's make a promise: you fall in love with me again in the second half of your life, and I will keep an eye on you."

Song Weiyu stretched out his little finger, hooked it into a semicircle and held it in front of his eyes.

"Hook."

Pinky promise is the highest level of commitment between children.

Fu Haitang, who was used to signing numerous rigorous contracts, solemnly offered his little finger, "Well, I'll wait for you."

Two hands, one big and one small, were entangled together, making a sincere but unsecured promise.