Translator:
Atlas Studios
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Atlas Studios
Han Liang pushed her shoulder, wanting her to sit by the bedside.
Wait here for a while, I have something to show you.
Han Liang brought a thick photo album. He sat next to Xia Qingyi as he flipped it open. He pointed to the photos inside, explaining the photos to her slowly,
This photo was when we were in middle-high school. I was tutoring you since you were so bad at mathematics at that time. As a result, your mother asked me to come and tutor you. You were always listening to me explain quietly. Regardless, your mathematics results were still at the bottom. I’d often say that my explanations went in one ear and straight out the other.
This photo was from when I accompanied you shopping after you’d just entered university. We were dating at that time and were about to get married. Look at yourself. You’d always smile so happily whenever you went out to enjoy yourself. You’d find anything I bought yummy, and whine to get more of the same food.
Look at this… we’d gotten married. We had gotten our marriage license last year. You didn’t want me to hold a wedding, saying that you wanted to hold it together with your graduation when you graduated from university. That was why we’d only taken our wedding photos.
This photo… is you preparing a meal for me. Yes… it wasn’t bad. It looked appetizing at least. I watched your culinary skills improve step by step. The meal that you’d cooked was completely appalling. You almost burned down the kitchen.
Han Liang caressed those photos, as if he had gotten sucked into his memories.
You can’t remember… any of these? Not even a little bit?
I’m sorry.
Xia Qingyi replied.
Han Liang kept the photos.
It’s alright, as long as we have our future,
he said as he looked at her affectionately.
I won’t let you leave me again in the future.
Han Liang hugged her. She wanted to push him away, though she immediately held back the urge to do so when her hand touched his shirt. She could not be like this. Since she wanted to come back, since she wanted to try to recall her memories from the past, she needed to learn to change.
They were her family. They had waited for her for so long. She could not make them sad.
Since she had chosen the company of family, she would have to learn to be this man’s wife, to be the daughter of the woman downstairs.
Xia Qingyi hugged him back.
On the first day in this house, Han Liang and her mother had asked if she wanted anything to eat, if she needed anything, if she was feeling well every second. They had even waited at the entrance when she went to the washroom, afraid that something would happen to her.
Han Liang especially. He seemed to want to make up for the days that he was not with her. They wanted to treat her doubly well.
However, this made Xia Qingyi feel slightly uncomfortable. She had gotten used to the freedom of Mo Han’s house. Mo Han had given her enough time for herself. When Mo Han returned home, he was either working or cooking for Xia Qingyi. He would sit on the sofa and watch television with her occasionally. There was usually no one at home to bother her most of the time, and she had been at ease and very comfortable with that.
On the other hand, she was currently sitting on the sofa. Her mother had asked her countless times if she wanted to eat anything.
Xia Qingyi could only force a smile,
It’s alright. I’m not hungry.
It was afterwards that Han Liang had told her that her hospitalization fees, accommodation costs had been borne by Mo Han since she had been staying at his house for so long. Now that she was back, it was natural to give some of the money back. He had asked Xia Qingyi how much was suitable.
Xia Qingyi said,
You should decide by yourself, though it’s probably best to give a little more. He has been rather worried about me.
Xia Qingyi was still laughing at herself for thinking of helping Mo Han earn some money at this time. His work was hard enough. However, she did not know if Mo Han would be satisfied with this sum of money. It was not as if she did not know that Mo Han was rich.
He might even say,
This sum of money that you’re giving cannot even compare to the money I earn from a lawsuit.
When they were going to sleep at night, Xia Qingyi had naturally stayed awake. Han Liang was already lying on their bed, reading a book. Xia Qingyi thought for a while as she walked to the bedroom door. She did not enter.
I won’t sleep here tonight. I’ll sleep in the guest room next door.
Han Liang felt that it was weird.
Why? We’re already married, why are you still concerned about this?
