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Fu Haitang looked out the window and saw a plane flying across the sky in the distance. It was time for her to take off.

Before this, he knew that she was in the capital, under his protection, so even if the two of them quarreled badly, he felt it was under control.

Only at this moment did he truly feel that Song Weiyu had really left him.

A bird flew past the window. The sky seemed inexplicably empty, as if the bird would never reach the end of its flight.

"By the way, Li He, she was in my office today and her face suddenly turned very pale. Did something go wrong with the surgery Han Guanshan performed on her?"

Li He didn't expect him to ask this question again suddenly.

He glanced at the bloodstain on his grey shirt. There was no chance. He really couldn't be provoked again.

If I really told him about Song Weiyu's amnesia now, he would vomit blood on the spot...

Besides, Song Weiyu has already left the capital and has flown to some remote town. If he knew the truth, he would definitely go looking for him regardless of his own safety.

But she has already chosen Chen Fang.

So it is better to maintain the status quo. She can live a simple life without having to make any choices, and he can live the rest of his life in a mixture of love and hate.

At least, people are still alive.

"It's just that there are some sequelae, she will feel dizzy and have a headache occasionally, it's nothing. Don't worry, besides, Chen Fang will take good care of her. She won't need you to worry about her for the rest of her life."

"Fu Haitang, really forget about her this time."

Fu Haitang's eyes were as gloomy as death.

"You're right, she chose Chen Fang. For the rest of her life, the name Fu Haitang will never appear again."

But the rest of his life was trapped even more deeply in the three words "Song Weiyu".

Until his death, he will carry this relic with him, along with his growing hatred for her.

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Nanxun town.

This is an ancient town, which has not been developed into a tourist city because it is far away from the main urban area. However, it has well preserved the style and culture of the ancient town.

Nanxun has a mother river that runs north and south, running through the entire town.

Because it is clean spring water coming down from the mountains, the people here are still accustomed to washing vegetables and rice by the river.

There are no tall buildings in the town, and the central area consists of only two-story shops and courtyard-style houses, which are located on both sides of the river.

Every noon or evening, men and women, young and old, would sit sparsely along the bluestone-paved river bank, fetching water and cooking.

Chen bought her the largest shop at a corner location near the river.

It has been renovated in a very romantic French literary style.

The first floor was planned to be a small shop where she could sell whatever she liked. The second floor would be their residence, which was not small, but he only designed one bedroom, one living room and two bathrooms, with no extra rooms.

Because he didn't plan to invite relatives and friends to visit.

The housekeeper received his call in advance and came over to clean the house again and changed her clothes into a four-piece suit of her favorite brand, which was made of pink and white satin embroidered with osmanthus.

Song Weiyu slept on this bed for three days, and was finally awakened by the warm sunlight shining into the bedroom in the early morning of the fourth day.

The moment she opened her eyes, her consciousness was still confused. She stared at the ceiling for a few minutes before turning her head to look at the man who was sleeping with his arms around her.

The man had sharp eyebrows, starry eyes and a stern jaw. Even in his sleep, he was slightly frowning, as if he had something on his mind.

The thin blanket only covered his waist, and his naked upper body had many wounds...

Song Weiyu lay on his arms, looking at him with her head tilted.

She looked for a long time and thought for a long time...her mind was as blank as a piece of paper. She had no idea who she was, let alone who he was.

Is this her home?

The walls are clean cream white, the chandelier is a retro French round lamp, and the furniture is also her favorite walnut wood, so beautiful...

The man next to me is also very handsome.

Most importantly, it gave her a sense of familiarity.

Song Weiyu stretched out his left hand and secretly touched his high nose bridge and thin lips with obvious lips. His fingers slid across the man's skin, outlining a vague outline.

She immediately saw the wedding ring on her hand and seemed to remember something.

Chen Fang woke up when she reached out to touch him, but he didn't open his eyes and let her touch him.

He slowly opened his eyes when he felt she had stopped touching him. They lay face to face on the bed, staring at each other in silence.

Song Weiyu squinted his eyes and smiled secretly, looking silly.

Chen Fangxin turned into a puddle of water. He couldn't help but kiss her lightly on the lips. "You're so happy just after waking up. What are you laughing at?"

"I don't seem to remember who I am, but you are my husband, right?"

Chen Fang's smile grew bigger, and he hugged her like he was coaxing a child: "Yes, I am your husband, you are so smart. I thought you would be scared when you woke up after getting sick and losing your memory, but I didn't expect you to be so great and not scared..."

Song Weiyu took the initiative to rub against his arms: "Because I remember who you are, I'm not afraid."

Chen Fang was stunned. She actually remembered him and he couldn't hide his surprise.

"Baby, do you still remember me? Then tell me, who am I?"

Song Weiyu put his arm around his waist trustingly, kissed him on the side of his face, and said to him in anticipation, "You are Fu Haitang."