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

These words caused Shang Chenyan's mind to go blank for a moment, and his body stiffened almost imperceptibly for a second.

He put aside his thoughts, slowly straightened up, and closed the car door.

"Why do you ask that?" The man slowly turned around, his face seemingly devoid of any emotion, but his deep black eyes were fixed on her.

Shi Ying tilted her head and frowned. She couldn't explain why she suddenly asked that question. Just now, some image seemed to have flashed through her mind, but it was too fast and too blurry for her to grasp.

Sunlight filtered through the treetops, casting dappled shadows on her. Shi Ying pursed her lips and said, "I just feel like your back looks so familiar, like I've seen you somewhere before."

She looked around at the surrounding school buildings and the tree-lined path: "And this place, I don't think I've been here before, but it feels strangely familiar."

"Is that the cafeteria over there? And isn't there a sculpture there too?"

Shang Chenyan looked in the direction she was pointing, his hands hanging at his sides slowly clenching. Under the quiet locust tree, his soft voice rang out: "Yes."

Shi Ying slapped her forehead: "It must be because all universities look pretty much the same. My alma mater is the same. They always like to put statues of leaders in front of the cafeteria."

Before entering the virtual world, she will set an identity, and the memories belonging to this identity will come here with her consciousness like data and be implanted in her mind.

She graduated from Jiangcheng Media University, and the layout of the school is in her mind.

Shang Chenyan's back was soaked with cold sweat. He was so nervous because of Shi Ying's words that his heart almost stopped beating.

Will she remember?

Will she remember him?

But her doubts only lasted a few seconds; soon, her clear eyes returned to their carefree state.

"Oh dear, I forgot you're still injured. Let's go quickly."

Shi Ying looked away, grabbed his arm in frustration and pushed him out of the driver's seat, then hurriedly sat in the back seat herself.

The white Pagani drove quietly on the road. Shang Chenyan glanced at the back seat through the rearview mirror and saw two figures, one big and one small, sleeping nestled together.

She looks so adorable when she's asleep, so adorable that it melts your heart.

He once asked Ji Huanzhou if it was possible to forcefully awaken Shi Ying's memory.

Ji Huanzhou said yes.

However, the cause of Shi Ying's amnesia cannot be found, and doing so could have serious consequences.

Ji Huanzhou suggested that the safest approach would be to gradually awaken her memories by recounting past events.

So, as he passed the football field, Shang Chenyan kept a close eye on the children. When the ball went out of control, he once again blocked it for Shi Ying, just like that year.

My shoulder hurt, but my heart was pounding so hard in my chest that it hurt even more.

Could it be that she has already recalled even a little bit of her memories of him?

That's why I asked that question.

Shang Chenyan lowered his eyes, his drooping eyelashes casting a shadow beneath his eyelids, concealing the coldness in his eyes.

Shi Ying woke up when the car stopped.

She rubbed her eyes and saw Shang Chenyan get out of the car, so she hurriedly opened the car door.

"I'll do it." Shang Nian had fallen asleep, and Shang Chenyan wanted to pick her up, but Shi Ying stopped him. "Your hand is injured, I'll carry her."

Shi Ying carried Shang Nian back to the room before running downstairs.

Where is the first-aid kit?

Shang Chenyan sat on the sofa and pointed to the cabinet on the west side of the living room: "In there."

Shi Ying took the first-aid kit and walked over, but when she turned around, she saw that Shang Chenyan had taken off his gray sweater. She exclaimed in surprise and quickly turned back.

A low chuckle came from behind: "The injury is on your shoulder; how can I apply medicine if I don't take it off?"

"Why don't you call Aunt Zhang and ask her to come over, or ask Pei Yanchuan if he's free to come over?"

Shi Ying's fingers, which were gripping the first-aid kit, curled up. Calling someone over would take at least an hour, which was quite troublesome.

When you go to the beach in the summer, there are men shirtless everywhere. It's not like you've never seen them before, so what's there to be ashamed of?

Moreover, Shang Chenyan seems to have a very good figure...

In that fleeting glance, she thought she saw abs...

Shi Ying took a deep breath, turned around on her tiptoes, and hurriedly walked to his side with her head down: "Let me help you. Which medicine do you want me to apply?"

From Shang Chenyan's perspective, all he could see was the top of her fluffy hair and the tips of her bright red ears.

The man smiled silently and placed his palm over her small hand, which was rummaging haphazardly in the first-aid kit.

Shi Ying tensed up instantly.

Even though it was still late winter and early spring, his hands were very warm.

Like sparks hitting the snow, they quietly melted the ice.

"You've messed everything up." The man's slender fingers took out a bottle of medicated oil. "Apply this and rub it on the bruises, and it'll be fine."

Shi Ying's throat moved, she took the medicated oil from his hand, opened the cap and poured a little into her palm.

Now she had no choice but to look up.

The gaze followed the man's abdomen, slowly moving upwards along the smooth lines of his muscles, finally settling on his shoulders, which had turned bruised and purple. Shi Ying lowered his eyelashes, reciting the Tao Te Ching in his mind.

She wasn't necessarily shy when she went to the beach before.

Ultimately, it's because Shang Chenyan has such a great figure.

So it's not that my resolve to follow the Dao is weak, but rather that male beauty is too tempting.

The girl's palms were icy cold, and when they touched his shoulder, Shang Chenyan couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

"Does it hurt?"

Shi Ying quickly softened her movements and subconsciously looked at him.

Their eyes met, and she clearly saw her reflection in his pupils.

"It doesn't hurt, you can continue."

Shi Ying's eyelashes trembled, and she slowly applied pressure with her hands, rubbing his shoulder to soak the wound with the medicated oil.

Shang Chenyan tightened his grip on the sofa, trying his best to suppress his rapid breathing, but the blood in his body seemed to be surging wildly, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down rapidly, and he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

The previous touches were all through clothes, but now, it's real skin to skin.

He felt a tingling sensation all over his body, and his head gradually became dizzy, as if he were walking on clouds.

Shi Ying caught a glimpse of his heaving chest and the muscles taut with pain; the more it hurt, the tighter they seemed to be, making the lines even more defined.

She felt a bit cold when she came back, but she didn't know if it was because the heating in the house was too strong or because the man's body heat was too much, but Shi Ying started to feel hot.

My ears are so hot, like they've been scalded by a boiled egg.

The living room was quiet, without a sound, yet there seemed to be some kind of atmosphere stirring within it.

"Okay...okay." Following the instructions, Shi Ying massaged him for about ten minutes before finally withdrawing her hand with a sigh of relief.

She instinctively took two steps back to create some distance between herself and him, only then did she feel a little better able to breathe.

Shang Chenyan remained expressionless and calmly hummed in response, "Thank you."

"You're welcome. I'll go wash my hands."

Shi Ying left those words and ran into the kitchen.

Shang Chenyan stared at her retreating figure for a long time before calming his desires.

The girl's scent still seemed to linger around his nose. His hands trembled, and he almost spilled the water when he picked up the cup on the table.

Shang Chenyan gulped down several glasses of cold water to moisten his parched throat.