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

Lu Zhiheng returned very quickly.

Wen Song had just dried her hair when she received a message from Lu Zhiheng: "Open the door."

Wen Miaomiao had just fallen asleep, and Wen Song specifically asked Lu Zhiheng not to ring the doorbell so as not to wake her up.

She tiptoed to the door, and as soon as she opened it, she was suddenly pulled into an embrace.

Lu Zhiheng's coat was still damp and chilly from the outside air. When Wen Song pressed herself against it, she shivered from the cold. "Is it cold outside? Do you want to come inside?"

Lu Zhiheng slowly increased the strength of his embrace around her, "Let me hold you for a while."

Wen Song stopped moving and nestled obediently in his arms, feeling the steady, strong heartbeat in his chest. Wen Song blinked her dark eyes and asked, "Lu Zhiheng, do you know?"

Lu Zhiheng's thin lips gently caressed the top of her soft head. "Know what?"

Wen Miaomiao pursed her lips, "It's about Zhou Shijing coming to see me tonight."

As a staunch supporter of her father and someone who has always disliked Zhou Shijing, Wen Miaomiao, true to her nature, would definitely tattle to Lu Zhiheng the moment she went upstairs.

Since she brought it up herself, Lu Zhiheng had nothing to hide. His muffled voice sounded above her head, "What did he come to see you for?"

Wen Song lowered his eyelids slightly, "He said his memories have returned and he wants to be with me again."

Lu Zhiheng was not too surprised to hear this. If Wen Song was a treasure, he just happened to pass by when Zhou Shijing lost that treasure, and was attracted by the faint halo emanating from it. He picked her up and secretly took her for himself.

It was expected that Zhou Shijing would eventually discover the value of that treasure and would turn back to look for it.

"So what did you say to him?"

Wen Song rubbed her cheek against his chest, finding a more comfortable angle, "Just tell him that the past is the past, and tell him not to look back."

Lu Zhiheng's turbulent emotions gradually calmed down because of this one sentence: "And you? Would you want to look back?"

He asked the question that mattered most to him in an extremely calm tone.

He has never been an insecure person, and he would never be so anxious or insecure about something or someone.

But he had to admit that at this moment, his heart, his whole being, and his entire consciousness were all tightly bound together by a single thread, and the one holding that thread was none other than the girl in front of him.

She and Zhou Shijing shared eight years that he could never overcome.

The total time she spent with him was less than a month.

Wen Song looked up at Lu Zhiheng, her chin resting on his chest, her round, doe-like eyes clear and innocent. "What do you think?"

Lu Zhiheng looked down at her and answered honestly, "I don't know."

Because I don't know, I especially want to hear her answer in person.

Wen Song saw her reflection in Lu Zhiheng's dark pupils. She had long noticed that whenever Lu Zhiheng was around, there was never anyone else in those eyes but her.

She tiptoed and wrapped her arms around Lu Zhiheng's neck. "No matter how beautiful the scenery behind us is, we don't need to look back after we've passed by. I just want to hold onto the person in front of me and walk side by side with him on the long road ahead."

Wen Song rarely said such straightforward and cheesy things, but at this moment, she suddenly wanted to make this promise.

As she finished speaking, she clearly saw gentle ripples slowly spreading across the man's dark eyes.

Therefore, she felt that this promise had already acquired its most touching meaning.

Lu Zhiheng's lips, which had been tightly pressed together, finally curved into a slight smile at this moment.

He only wanted to find an answer that would put his mind at ease, but unexpectedly, he received her confession at this moment.

On the left side of my chest, my heart suddenly started pounding violently, the rapid pulse like surging waves crashing against my heart.

He tilted his head and chuckled softly, then lowered his head to rub his nose against hers as she hooked her arm around his neck.

"You should have saved that last sentence for when you took your oath at the Civil Affairs Bureau."

Wen Song felt ticklish from his rubbing and tilted her head back to hide. "No way, I'm shy. You're the only one I can tell this to."

Lu Zhiheng wanted to kiss her lips, but missed, and instead kissed her slender neck.

I decided to trace a path along her neck and set it ablaze.

The areas burned by the flames felt as if electric currents were seeping into her body through her pores.

Wen Song giggled from the tickling sensation. The more she tried to dodge, the closer Lu Zhiheng got. Her waist was already pressed back to its maximum arc, but Lu Zhiheng still wouldn't let her go.

The dim light of the corridor shone on the two of them, casting an intertwined shadow on the wall.

After leaving Yunjin Pavilion, Zhou Shijing went to the club they frequented. He ignored Zhong Ze and the others when they greeted him and downed half a bottle of foreign liquor without saying a word.

"What's wrong? Did you get rejected by Wen Xiaomei?"

Zhong Ze sat down next to him, his tone tinged with schadenfreude, "Serves you right! I told you she wouldn't forgive you so easily, didn't I? You have no idea how awful you were to her during the time you had amnesia."

"You've gone mad. You take advantage of how good Wen is to you and bully her time and time again. So many of us have tried to persuade you, but you've turned a deaf ear to it all."

He patted the seat next to him. "Right here, you were being all lovey-dovey with that woman right in front of Wen Xiaomei. I don't believe you didn't see it. Wen Xiaomei was so heartbroken she almost cried. Even we outsiders felt sorry for her."

How could Zhou Shijing not have seen it? He not only saw her red eyes, but also saw her desperately running after his car in the heavy rain.

He feels a pang of pain in his heart every time he thinks of that scene lately.

At that time, all he wanted was to get rid of her. He couldn't understand why he had been so heartless and said so many hurtful things to her.

She was the girl he had protected since childhood, the girl he had once vowed in his heart to cherish her and treat her well for the rest of his life, Wen Song.

He swallowed another mouthful of wine, letting the spiciness in his mouth wash away the bitterness in his heart. "On the contrary, you guessed wrong. Songsong said she forgave me."

Although, she also rejected his request to start over with her.

What else is there to say? Let bygones be bygones, and tell him not to look back.

Of course he wouldn't look back, because in his mind, they were never in the past, but always in the present and the future!

"What? You forgive me?"

Zhong Ze expressed strong surprise, "Was Wen Xiaomei the Virgin Mary in her past life? You treated her like that, and she forgave you so easily?!"

Zhou Shijing glanced at Zhong Ze coolly, "There's nothing I can do. You know, Songsong has always been soft-hearted towards me."

He did something wrong, and he admits it.

I am also willing to bear any consequences.

He simply cannot accept the ending of separating from Wen Song.

He believed in their relationship; if one attempt to win them back didn't work, he would try twice, and if two attempts didn't work, he would try three.

Whether it's a sincere apology or persistent pleading, he vowed to win Wen Song back!