Five years after my wife's death, she came back!

After Pei Yanchuan and Ji Huanzhou left, Shi Ying stood by the window for a long time. The gentle evening breeze of early summer blew through her hair and tickled her face.

The words Ji Huanzhou had just spoken were still echoing in her ears:

"He has severe separation anxiety disorder, and I think you should know very well why."

"Of course, I'm not trying to accuse you of anything. Although I'm not as close to you as I am to Pei Yanchuan, we've known each other for many years. I know you must have your own reasons for leaving."

"It's useless to investigate whose fault it is. The most urgent thing is to persuade Shen Yan to accept treatment. Psychological treatment is different from physical illness, and the patient's cooperation is the most important thing."

"I hope you can give him some good advice and guidance."

After being exposed to the wind for a while, Shi Ying felt her eyes stinging, so she closed the window.

The lights were still on downstairs, but it was very quiet, so quiet that it seemed like no one was there.

But Shi Ying knew that Shang Chenyan was still down there.

She went downstairs.

The man sat on the sofa with his back to her, the dim light casting his lonely shadow. He held his plush cat, which he had placed on the sofa, and stared blankly at the night sky outside the French windows.

Shi Ying calmed her breathing and walked over.

Footsteps sounded behind him, and Shang Chenyan came back to his senses, turning around in surprise to meet Shi Ying's gaze.

"Aren't you asleep yet?"

His voice was a little hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time. When Pei Yanchuan and the others were there, Shang Chenyan rarely spoke, and the big cake was still on the table, untouched.

Shi Ying walked over and sat down next to him. The sofa dipped slightly, bringing the two of them closer.

She grasped Shang Chenyan's hand: "You haven't even gone back to your room yet, how am I supposed to sleep alone?"

"Or are you saying you're going to sleep in a separate room from me?"

Shang Chenyan's eyelashes fluttered as he gazed at their intertwined hands. A flicker of emotion crossed his dark eyes, and he shook his head. "No, I didn't intend to sleep in separate rooms..."

He was afraid she didn't want to see him.

He was even more afraid to go back to the bedroom, which was empty, so he didn't dare to go up there.

Shi Ying moved closer to him again: "Shang Chenyan, I was a little harsh just now. What happened today really made me angry, which is why I said those disrespectful things to me."

"But after calming down, I also reflected on myself. It was my two abrupt departures without saying goodbye that made you so anxious. In a way, I was also at fault."

Shang Chenyan hugged her, his nose nuzzling against her warm neck: "It's me... I can't adjust my mindset for now."

"Then let's work together. I know you feel insecure, and I will make you feel secure."

Shang Chenyan looked up at her, his eyes filled with doubt. How could she give him a sense of security?

Shi Ying cupped his face in her hands: "First of all, I want to make it clear that I still cannot accept that you installed tracking devices on your phone and installed surveillance cameras in your bedroom. These devices must be removed, there is no room for discussion."

Shang Chenyan's eyes darkened, and Shi Ying continued, "But recently I can accompany you to the company and to work. If I'm not by your side, I will call you at any time to check on you and see if you are working properly."

The man pursed his lips, as if he had thought of something: "Did Ji Huanzhou tell you?"

Shi Ying was taken aback, but did not refute: "Yes, he told me about your situation."

"So, you're not really not angry anymore, you're just pitying me, right?"

Shang Chenyan realized he was getting a bit stuck in his own head, but he couldn't take it back now that he had already said it.

After a moment of silence, Shang Chenyan stood up and tried to pull his hand away from hers.

But Shi Ying did not let go.

She held onto him, then pulled him back with a little force: "That's not being pitiful. You're my husband, and I feel sorry for you."

Shang Chenyan looked down at her, and Shi Ying looked up at him earnestly and said, "We're husband and wife, aren't we? It's normal to have disagreements and arguments because of misunderstandings and information gaps while living together."

"Now that I know what happened, I feel sorry for you, is that not allowed?"

She stood up, pushed Shang Chenyan onto the sofa, and straddled him: "Don't you want me to feel sorry for you?"

Shang Chenyan's throat went dry, and he said in a hoarse voice, "No..."

He was afraid. Shi Ying only compromised because she pitied him. In fact, she was still angry, but she could only take care of his feelings because of his illness.

Shi Ying rested her hands on the back of the sofa and lowered her head. Shang Chenyan smelled the fragrance emanating from her, faint yet enough to soothe all his anger.

"We need to solve problems together. Since you want me to stay, you have to take good care of me for the rest of your life. We still have decades to go together. Are you trying to renege on your promise?"

Hearing her say "a lifetime" and "decades," Shang Chenyan slowly tightened his grip on her arm, as if the gloom in his heart had been dispelled.

The frozen blood was instantly scalded and slowly flowed through my heart.

"Will you really stay with me for the rest of my life?"

Shi Ying kissed his chin: "I told you, unless you forget one day, I will never leave you."

Shang Chenyan's eyes stung with tears. He hugged her tightly, eagerly sought her lips, and kissed her.

Shi Ying didn't refuse; instead, she hugged his neck in response.

The man rolled over and pinned her to the narrow sofa. He kissed her, inhaling her scent with fascination. His heart, which had been restless for so long, seemed to have finally found its home at this moment.

As they parted, Shi Ying, slightly out of breath, said, "Tomorrow, I'll go with you to Dr. Ji's, okay?"

Shang Chenyan buried his face in her chest and mumbled, "Mmm."

"I'll do whatever you say."

Shi Ying happily tugged at his hair: "Shang Chenyan, you're so good."

"Let's go eat cake. It's such a big cake, it would be a waste not to eat it." Shi Ying glanced at the cake on the table out of the corner of her eye, pushed him aside, and took it.

The box contained candles, and Shi Ying carefully inserted a few, lit them, and looked at him expectantly.

"I forgot to buy you a cake yesterday, but luckily Dr. Ji and the others remembered."

Urged on by her, Shang Chenyan closed his eyes and made a sincere wish.

Although his expression remained indifferent, a slight smile curved his lips.

After blowing out the candles, Shi Ying cut two pieces of cake and put them on a plate. She tasted them; they were very sweet, and they were topped with her favorite strawberries and mangoes.

"Is it tasty?"

Shi Ying nodded, a little cream on her lips: "You should try some too."

Shang Chenyan's gaze fell on her lips, which were stained with a little white powder. He held the back of her neck and said, "Hmm, I'll try some too."

Before he could finish speaking, he forcefully kissed her, snatching the remaining cream from her mouth.

"Shang Chenyan..." Shi Ying tried to dodge, "I still want to eat."

Shang Chenyan scooped up a piece of cream with a spoon and fed it to her lips: "I'm not saying you can't eat it."

When Shi Ying bit down with a mixture of doubt and skepticism, he leaned in and kissed her, mumbling indistinctly:

Let's eat together.