would end... But it never did, it just kept going and going… Huo Shaoting, you took me to the hospital, didn't you Why did you go to Qiao An after that Do you know how I felt I saw her with rosy cheek...In the dim light, Wen Man leaned against him.

Her face pressed against his waist, this was actually a very intimate embrace.

But she was terribly sad.

After going through so much, she forgot what it felt like to love him. She immersed herself in her own world, thinking that being a good wife and mother would bring them back to how things used to be.

It turns out, she didn't come out...

Huo Shao Ting had always been holding her, gently patting her back.

Later, after they finished their meal, Wen Man felt uneasy about the children wanting to go home. But Huo Shaoting turned off the lights and held her lying on the sofa, their bodies pressed close together so closely that she could smell the faint scent of tobacco on him.

His voice was hoarse: "Wen Man, let me tell you about the past."

This apartment holds many memories for them.

He wanted to hear about both the good and the bad.

Wen Man pressed against his chest, whispering softly, "Didn't you flip through that diary countless times You must have memorized it all by now, right!"

Ho Shao-ting smiled faintly.

He lowered his head and leaned in to look at her, his high nose bridge touching hers.

"Know how I like you"

Wen Man shook her head gently: she really didn't know!

Huo Shaoting gently caressed her delicate face, his voice a little husky: "At that time, I was fighting a lawsuit in the US. Before returning to China, I knew I had a wife. I looked up your information and roughly knew how we met, but I couldn't accept the fact that I had a wife... Those few days, I kept thinking about how to get rid of you. But when I returned to China and saw you at the airport..."

“I didn’t intentionally memorize your appearance, but at the airport, I recognized you at first glance.”

Wen Man asked him why.

He suddenly smiled, leaning against her lips and saying softly, "Because you're beautiful! I'm not easily moved romantically, but when I see you pregnant, I'm sure if I had a wife, she would look just like you."

Wen Man has always lived up to his aesthetic sensibilities.

Whether before or after the amnesia.

He admitted that he was attracted to her physically, otherwise, they wouldn't have gotten married so easily. But the first thing between men and women is visual attraction, then comes feelings.

He doesn't avoid Wen Man for this.

If he truly loved her, it was after she signed the divorce papers. It was when he saw her at the cemetery wearing her wedding ring after finding the diary. That sight hit him hard…

From then on, he was afraid of losing her.

He spoke of many mental journeys, not knowing if Wen Man heard them. In any case, when he lowered his head, she was already asleep in his arms, her serene face, so peaceful and quiet.

Huo Shaoting kissed her lips lightly and murmured, "Goodnight."

The next morning.

He took her back to the villa and tidied everything up before the children woke up. Everything went as usual, just like any other day.

< Xiao Huo Xi finished breakfast and climbed into the car. >

She was carrying a small box in her hand, filled with beautiful cherry tomatoes. She was going to share them with Zhang Chongguang.

In the hall, Huo Shaoting pinched Wen Man's ear and whispered, "Go change your clothes."

Wen Man hesitated a little.

He leaned in and kissed her lightly, his gaze somewhat intense. In the end, Wen Man still went upstairs to change clothes and accompanied him to send Xiao Hoxi to kindergarten.

When he arrived at kindergarten, Xiao Huozi unbuckled his seat belt and jumped out.

Zhang Chongguang is queuing.

He was handsome, and the little girls in kindergarten were all willing to stand in front of or behind him. Little Huo Xi ran over and boldly cut in line.

Zhang Chongguang held her under the arm and made her stand up straight.

He walked to the end himself.

But he took her small backpack and small tomatoes.

Xiao Huo was feeling sad before, but now he’s happy again. He walks with confidence, his brown hair looks very spirited…

Wen Man rarely smiled.

She leaned against Huo Shaoting and said softly, "Huo Xi is really just like you!"

Ho Shao-ting gently embraced her shoulders.

After getting in the car, he fastened his seat belt and turned his head to look at her.

Wen Man smiled faintly: "Since we agreed, I won't go back on my word."

He reached out to caress her auburn hair and pulled her closer, resting his head against hers. "Wen Man," he whispered softly, "it wasn't about that."

Wen Man is depressed, she needs a healthy mind.

He was afraid she would misunderstand.

Wen Man gently pushed him away, sitting up straight with a blushing face: "I know."

Ho Shaoting looked at her deeply. These days, he had been constantly anxious and worried. He really doubted the doctor's diagnosis; he suspected that it was him who was truly sick, not Wen Man.

Upon arriving at the clinic, it happened to be the appointment time.

Huo Shaoting took Wen Man in, the doctor asked them about their daily routines, and then asked Huo Shaoting to go out first so she could talk to Wen Man alone.

The doctor was very gentle, she didn't ask Wen Man about her private life, she just let Wen Man pour out her heart.

The conversation content, without her consent, Ho Shaoting would not know.

The dim lighting and comfortable armchair helped Wen Man relax slowly. She softly confided in the doctor about her feelings, talking about her emotions for Huo Shaoting.

My husband has lost our five years of memories.

I know he likes me! But because I've been disappointed too many times, I dare not accept his affections so easily. I always feel that when I open my heart to love him again, misfortune and betrayal will befall me once more.

He helped a woman I disliked very much, and I generously forgave him, even taking on the responsibility... I also thought I did well, that I wouldn't mind past things, but every time we had relations, I would always see Joan and Chu Lian's faces in my mind. I would always think, I wasn't his first choice. If Joan and Chu Lian were good girls, could our marriage have lastedid no more. He knew his son was feeling bad too.Little Huo Xi, who doesn't loveMrs. Huo and Huo Mingzhu had already cried until they were exhausted, but they held back their tears. Mrs. Huo whispered...