The innocent and sweet girl turned red at first glance, shattering her abstinent and domineering per

What Lu Zhiheng said was not only vague, but completely illusory, making it impossible for Wen Song to understand.

"Uncle, what if you spend your whole life and never find such a soulmate?"

"If you had asked me this question a month ago, I would have answered you: stay single forever."

Wen Song sensed the deeper meaning in Lu Zhiheng's words and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Is your answer now different from what it was a month ago?"

"They are indeed different."

Lu Zhiheng stared straight ahead, his brows and eyes seeming to hold untold secrets. "But right now, it's not convenient for me to tell you."

There are still some things that haven't been sorted out or thought through.

When Wen Song finished packing and was about to leave, she suddenly saw the box of cookies on the coffee table. Thinking that she might not be home for the next few days, she picked it up and went to the other side to knock on the door.

Lu Zhiheng stood quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, lost in thought. His vision was filled with towering skyscrapers, but his mind was filled with the words Wen Miaomiao had said to him in the hospital room.

"I am not your daughter. My father is Zhou Shijing."

"In a parallel world, due to Lu Yun's forced matchmaking, Wen Song became pregnant unexpectedly, and the two eventually got married because of the pregnancy."

"However, Zhou Shijing was unaware that Lu Yun was the mastermind behind it all. He blamed Wen Song for everything, believing that she had deliberately used underhanded methods to force him to take responsibility for her."

"He hated Wen Song. The day after they got their marriage certificate, he left the Zhou family under the pretext of racing. He traveled all over the world racing and never paid any attention to Wen Song, who was pregnant. He only returned home after Lu Yun urged him repeatedly when Wen Song was about to give birth."

Wen Song couldn't understand where Zhou Shijing's coldness towards her came from. She wanted to communicate with Zhou Shijing properly, but she saw Zhou Shijing being intimate with another woman at the club.

"The two had a heated argument, and in a fit of emotion, Zhou Shijing said many harsh and hurtful things to Wen Song in front of everyone. The gist of it was that since she had married him through despicable means, she should be prepared that she would never be able to give him her true heart."

Wen Miaomiao's voice was still childish, and her expression remained calm throughout, until now, when a ripple appeared in her dark eyes.

Unable to accept Zhou Shijing's words, Wen Song stormed out of the clubhouse in grief and anger, only to be struck and thrown into the air by a speeding car the very next second after stepping out of the door…

"The rescue and delivery were carried out at the same time. Maybe I was tougher than Wen Song. But the doctor later said that if Wen Song hadn't held onto her stomach tightly, it could have been a double tragedy. In the end, she died and I survived, but the huge impact of the car accident caused me to be born with a heart condition."

"I practically grew up in a hospital. All the other kids had mothers, but I didn't. Everyone said my mother was dead and didn't want me anymore. But I don't understand, my father isn't dead, so why didn't he want me either?"

"I can count the number of times I've seen Zhou Shijing since I can remember. He never gets close to me. Every time we make eye contact, he runs away as if he's seen a ghost."

"Later, as I grew up, I finally understood that it might be because I look too much like my mother that he would think of her when he saw me, and that such a vibrant life was lost because of his harsh words."

"I hate Wen Song, I hate that she died and left me alone to eke out a living in this world. I hate Zhou Shijing even more, I hate that he is the culprit who caused Wen Song to leave, and I hate that he ignored me."

"Perhaps heaven sensed my hatred and gave me the opportunity to travel back to before all the nightmares began..."

Wen Miaomiao only took twenty minutes to recount the short and tragic twenty-odd years of Wen Song's life in the parallel world.

Even now, when Lu Zhiheng recalls it, he can still feel the overwhelming, suffocating tightness in his chest.

He dared not even think about the consequences if he and Wen Miaomiao hadn't arrived in time yesterday, and fate had returned to its predetermined course.

How could he force a smile and offer his blessings to Wen Song, who had reconciled with Zhou Shijing?

How can we face the reality that she died in a car accident at such a young age?

He braced himself against the glass wall with one hand, waiting for the waves of dull pain in his heart to slowly subside.

The doorbell rang at that moment, and he let out a deep breath before going to open the door.

After ringing the doorbell, Wen Song took a step back and stood up straight.

With a click of the door lock, Lu Zhiheng's tall figure instantly enveloped her small form.

"Uncle, these are cookies I baked this morning. They're not too sweet, so they should suit your taste. Thank you for taking me to the hospital yesterday, and thank you for arriving in time today to solve Miaomiao's medical problem."

She tilted her head slightly, held the cookie box in both hands, and gently pushed it forward.

When her gaze met Lu Zhiheng's expression, which was still heavy with suppressed grief, she asked with concern, "Uncle, what's wrong? You look terrible."

Looking at the girl's soft hair, Lu Zhiheng suppressed the urge to hug her tightly. "It's nothing, I probably didn't rest well, my head hurts a little."

This beautiful, gentle girl lost both her parents at a young age and was forced to live with others. She had already suffered a lot, but she was not worn down by hardship. She was still willing to treat others kindly and live life earnestly.

Lu Zhiheng couldn't understand why fate was still so cruel to her.

Wen Song had no doubt about the truthfulness of his words.

"Does your uncle also have headaches? Aunt Yun does too. Whenever she has a headache, I press these acupoints for her."

Wen Song reached out and carefully pointed to the locations of several acupoints. "If your headache symptoms aren't too severe, you can give it a try. Aunt Yun always says it's very effective."

Lu Zhiheng couldn't explain what he was thinking at that moment. It was as if he had suddenly lost his mind. Before his brain could react, his mouth acted first.

"If it's really that effective, then why don't you press it for me?"

Wen Song: "Huh? Me? Me?"

Wen Song did have concerns. Massaging acupoints was fine, but there was a difference between men and women between her and Lu Zhiheng, and such physical contact was not appropriate.

Words spoken are like water spilled; Lu Zhiheng cannot take them back, nor does he want to.

"The temples are manageable, but the back of the neck might be difficult to work on yourself, right?"

Wen Song still hesitated a bit: "But..."

She didn't want to refuse directly, so she suggested to him tactfully, "Actually, Uncle, you can go to a reputable massage parlor or book a professional massage therapist to come to your home."

"Never mind, that's too much trouble."

Lu Zhiheng reached out and touched his forehead, a wrinkle appearing between his brows. "You don't need to worry about me. I'll feel better after a rest. Wen Miaomiao, thank you for your trouble tonight. I'll go to the hospital to see her tomorrow morning."

It would be inconvenient for a grown man like him to stay up all night at the hospital. Besides, the VIP ward he arranged was fully equipped with all kinds of facilities, and he also specially hired a caregiver to take care of Wen Miaomiao around the clock. When Wen Song went there, he just kept her company and talked to her so that she wouldn't feel lonely in the hospital.

Wen Song inexplicably detected a hint of sorrow in Lu Zhiheng's tone. He had already turned around to leave, but after thinking about it, he still felt reluctant to do so.

She kept convincing herself that it was just pressing an acupoint, and that she shouldn't treat him as a man, but simply as an elder.

He usually takes good care of her, but she has never reciprocated. Apart from the cake he gave her on his birthday last time, there's only this box of cookies today. She looked at the box of cookies in her arms and then realized that she had been so busy talking that she hadn't given him the cookies yet.

Lu Zhiheng was about to close the door when the girl suddenly turned around and called out, "Uncle!"

A hint of anticipation flickered in Lu Zhiheng's eyes. "What's wrong?"

Wen Song blinked her bright eyes. "I forgot to give you the cookies."

Lu Zhiheng suppressed his disappointment and reached out to take it. "Thank you."

After giving the gift, the girl didn't leave immediately. She pursed her lips, and a blush slowly rose to her fair cheeks.

"Uncle, if you don't mind that my cooking skills are poor, why don't you let me give it a try?"