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

The image of Zhou Shijing in unbearable pain flashed through Wen Song's mind again and again, stirring up her emotions.

She could tell that the fluttering feeling was no longer love, but the compassion was still real.

She needed time to process her emotions. Tomorrow she was going to register her marriage with Lu Zhiheng, and she didn't want to approach him with such a confused and wavering mind. It would be unfair to Lu Zhiheng and irresponsible to their upcoming marriage.

After arriving home, Wen Song went straight to his bedroom.

"What's wrong with my mom? Wasn't she out celebrating a friend's birthday? Why does she look like that?"

Wen Miaomiao lifted her foot to follow him inside, but Lu Zhiheng blocked her at the door, saying, "Let her stay by herself for a while."

Wen Miaomiao looked puzzled, but after a moment's thought, she roughly guessed what had happened. Her delicate eyebrows furrowed tightly. "Did she run into Zhou Shijing again tonight?"

"Is this woman so stubborn? Is she absolutely determined to get past him?"

Seeing that Lu Zhiheng remained silent, Wen Miaomiao felt even more frustrated. "You're too calm! I advise you not to underestimate their relationship. If you don't take the initiative now, the cooked duck will really fly away!"

Lu Zhiheng glanced at the closed door, then slowly looked back at Wen Miaomiao. "It's getting late, go back to your room and get some sleep."

"No, I meant..."

"Wen Miaomiao."

Lu Zhiheng's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable sense of pressure.

Wen Miaomiao's words suddenly caught in her throat. She pursed her lips and forced back the rest of her words.

She glanced reluctantly at the tightly closed bedroom door, then looked at the calm-looking Lu Zhiheng, and silently rolled her eyes. It was truly a case of the emperor not being worried but the eunuch being anxious!

After Wen Miaomiao returned to her room, Lu Zhiheng loosened his tie, walked with slightly heavy steps, and sat down on the sofa in the living room.

He never underestimated the past between Wen Song and Zhou Shijing, nor did he take it as lightly as Wen Miaomiao saw it.

He only saw the struggle and pain in Wen Song's eyes. She was too kind-hearted and always considered everyone's feelings.

Since he couldn't change her in a short time, he chose to prioritize her when she was considering others. At the very least, he didn't want to put any more pressure on her at this time.

In the bedroom separated by a wall, Wen Song sat curled up on the carpet by the bed, the light off.

She first used her phone to research a lot of information related to the condition "post-traumatic stress disorder".

The screen was filled with dense text: insomnia, nightmares, self-doubt, and intermittent emotional breakdowns.

Especially those cruel treatment methods, every word of which made Wen Song's heart tremble, completely corresponded to Zhou Shijing's previous description.

She couldn't imagine that the seemingly cheerful and carefree young man was actually silently enduring the pain that the disease brought him.

At that moment, she suddenly understood everything that had happened in the past.

I understood his past fickle and aloof attitude, and I understood his later sudden alienation and sharp words of hostility.

It turns out that those moments that confused, saddened, and disappointed her were never unwarranted changes of heart, but rather the involuntary struggles and breakdowns caused by the uncontrolled illness.

Human hearts are made of flesh and blood.

If the roles were reversed, and she were the one deeply traumatized and in constant pain, she couldn't guarantee that she would be more clear-headed or dignified than Zhou Shijing, and might not be able to handle the situation better than him.

A wave of guilt washed over her, and she couldn't help but imagine what it would have been like if everything had gone exactly as planned.

If Zhou Shijing hadn't hidden anything or endured it alone before they got their marriage certificate, but had honestly told her about all his illnesses and pain, if he had revealed his vulnerability and wretchedness to her earlier...

So, will their endings be completely different?

Could it be that she accompanies him year after year, cooperates with him through long-term psychological treatment, helps him emerge from the shadows and heal his trauma, waits until he is completely free from pain and returns to peace, and then the two of them let down their guard and enter the hall of marriage in peace and happiness?

Countless tender possibilities swirled and grew in Wen Song's mind, stirring up her emotions.

However, before she could delve into this illusory answer, all her assumptions, all her reflections, and all her compassion were instantly covered and dispelled by a handsome and composed face.

Lu Zhiheng.

The person who walked alone in the rain, yet left the only umbrella for her to use; the person who offered her a safe haven when she stood alone in the pouring rain, feeling abandoned by the whole world; the person who promised her that no matter what happened, he would always be there for her; the person who, concerned for her loneliness and helplessness, casually gave her a house worth millions, just to give her a sense of security and stability...

Too much.

One pile, one piece.

All the tenderness she had secretly kept hidden in her heart, never deliberately counted, surged forth at this moment, filling her chaotic thoughts.

Wen Song suddenly raised his hand and clutched his chest tightly, his fingertips trembling slightly.

She suddenly became clear-headed and completely certain.

Even if there were a million "what ifs" in the past, even if she felt immense heartache and guilt towards Zhou Shijing, her heart would never turn back.

She simply couldn't imagine, much less accept, that her relationship with Lu Zhiheng would end there.

The voice in her heart told her clearly that she couldn't lose him, absolutely, absolutely couldn't lose him.

She couldn't wait a second longer; she wanted to see him right now!

She supported herself on her knees and struggled to her feet. She staggered to open the door, but because she had been squatting on the ground for too long, she felt dizzy and swayed, about to fall forward. In the next instant, a pair of strong arms reached out in time and steadily supported her swaying body.

The familiar, bitter woody scent wafted over, and Wen Song, in the dim light, looked at the man who appeared before her like a god. Her nose suddenly stung with tears. "Lu Zhiheng..."

Her chest felt like it was stuffed with a wad of waterlogged cotton, making it hard to breathe. She pouted, unable to contain the overwhelming emotions surging within her. With a heavy sob in her voice, she asked, both heartbroken and relieved, "Didn't you go home? It's so late, why are you still here?"

Lu Zhiheng held her waist firmly with his arms to prevent her from losing her balance and falling.

He looked down at the corners of her reddened eyes, watching the glistening tears, and the worry in his eyes gradually melted away, turning into tender affection.

I'm worried about you, afraid you'll get stuck on something.

He pulled the tearful girl tightly into his arms, exhaled deeply, and a smile of relief and joy curved his lips. "I'm even more afraid that when you suddenly want to find me, you won't be able to."

Wen Song's heart was shattered by Lu Zhiheng's few words, and tears welled up in her eyes. She hugged him tightly, inhaling the comforting scent emanating from him.

"Lu Zhiheng, what time is dawn? I can't wait any longer, I want to get our marriage certificate right now..."