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While Li He was catching up on his sleep, Fu Haitang was hesitating whether to go or not.

For three and a half years, he lived alone in a state of half-awakeness. On the surface, he was still dazzling and unattainable, but on the inside he had already begun to decay and grow old.

Beneath the flawless appearance is a walking empty shell.

Do you really want to go see her?

But what's the point of such a meeting other than proving that I can't let go?

Fu Haitang thought he didn't have the courage to walk up to her, so he said calmly, "Long time no see."

He thought that when they met again, there would still be a greedy love in his eyes to take her as his wife, which he could not suppress.

Looking at the relic on his wrist, he leaned back in his chair in frustration and pressed his temple. Time had dimmed the color of the black rope, but it was still strong.

In the video posted on her Moments, she was walking forward freely, holding the hand of her loved one with a happy face.

And on the day she left, he was trapped in his own cocoon, and eventually he decayed into a pile of dry bones.

During these three and a half years, there was not a moment when he did not feel the heart-wrenching pain whenever he thought of her. Fu Haitang looked at the cold world of steel and concrete outside the window and once again lamented her cruelty.

Li He turned over on the sofa, stood up irritably and took two steps at a time: "Fu Haitang, are you mentally prepared to be impeccable?"

"what?"

"I'm afraid that you can't handle the stimulation, and after seeing her you'll...completely give up. Fu Haitang, I know how you've survived these past three years, relying on painkillers, sleeping pills, and your responsibility to your family and your... unwillingness to give up on her."

Fu Haitang looked calm, as he had long been trained to hide his emotions. He stood up and handed Li He a cigarette.

"If you miss her, go see her. I won't go."

"what!"

As soon as Li He took the cigarette, he lost control and broke it into two pieces: "You're not going? Why..."

Fu Haitang bit the cigarette, lit it and took a deep breath, "It's too hot in the summer, I don't like to move."

Li He knew that this was not the truth, and he looked at him smoking silently and said, "In fact, Song Weiyu has not forgotten you. She planted four wintersweets at the door of her house, but they never bloomed."

The "haven't forgotten" in Li He's mouth and the "haven't forgotten" in Fu Haitang's heart have different meanings.

Fu Haitang smiled faintly and lighted the ash of his cigarette, "Oh, you didn't forget me? It doesn't look like that in the video."

In the video, how could she remember him who was far away in Beijing? Instead, she kept calling Chen Fang "husband", which was very annoying.

"You really don't want to go?"

Fu Haitang glanced at the relic on his wrist and said, "No, I have to attend a hotel industry symposium abroad. It will take a long time, maybe two or three months."

Li He was afraid that his emotions would fluctuate during his business trip, "Okay, I'll tell you something when you come back."

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Three months later, it was early autumn, and the weather was clear and crisp that day. Song Weiyu fainted at the door of his house.

Chen Fang picked her up and hesitated whether to move to another place. Anyway, she would not remember where she lived when she woke up again.

But if you think about it realistically, it's unnecessary to use this method to avoid Fu Haitang.

Because as long as he wanted, it would not be difficult to find someone in the country.

Every time she woke up, Chen Fang tried to make her forget the name, and this time was no exception. He did not believe in Buddhism, but he began to suspect that it was the same relic on their wrists that caused her to only remember those three words.

Should I take it off for her?

But this was given to her by the old abbot of Mingshan Temple. What if it was for her safety?

Chen Fang sat on the edge of the bed with a pair of scissors in his hand, hesitating... whether to cut or not.

On the bed, Song Weiyu began to murmur uneasily, his pale little face buried in his long hair, his brows slightly furrowed, feeling painful and insecure.

Chen Fang threw away the scissors. After all, nothing was more important than her being alive and well. "I'm here, I'm here, don't be afraid..."

Her limbs woke up before her brain. She held Chen Fang's hand tightly, closed her eyes and called him in a daze as if in a nightmare.

This time when she woke up, her reaction was stronger than the previous times. Her lips almost lost their color and there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead. "Fu Haitang... Fu Haitang... Don't go, don't go. I was wrong, please don't ignore me."

Chen Fang has even begun to get used to this stolen name.

"I'm here. I won't ignore you. I'll always be by your side. Open your eyes and look at me, and you won't have nightmares anymore."

Song Weiyu struggled to open her eyes, tears in her eyes, and stared at the man in front of the bed. She weakly got up and threw herself into his arms, hugging his neck tightly and crying, "Fu Haitang, please don't leave me."

……

On the same day, Fu Haitang returned to China.

In the evening, Li He went to drink with him, wanting to finish what he had not said last time. But the first time they met, he saw that the relic on his wrist was gone.