Wen Jingcheng does not mind Yan Muqi's past, and he hopes that one day Yan Muqi can let go of everything and wholeheartedly focus on him alone. In that case, he is willing to patiently wait for Yan Muqi to overcome his past and learn how to truly love someone.

But now it seems that the heavens are completely unwilling to give him such an opportunity. He is not someone who would degrade himself for the sake of love. If Yan Muxi doesn't learn, then he must be the one to learn to let go. There must always be someone who learns to give up first.

Yan Muqi took Mu Chu to the restaurant they used to frequent for dinner. After finishing their meal, the two of them walked hand in hand on the streets at night. There weren't many people on the road, and occasionally, a light breeze would pass by.

Mu Chu suddenly stopped. He had noticed Yan Muqi's distraction. Although he still treated him as considerate and gentle as before, Yan Muqi's mind was elsewhere ever since Wen Jingcheng left. He could sense it.

Facing Yan Muqi's perplexed gaze, the hand that wasn't held gently caressed Yan Muqi's face. It traced his features inch by inch from top to bottom,

"For three years, all I could do was look at you in the photos every day. I couldn't even sneak back to catch a glimpse of you from afar," Mu Chu's words instantly made Yan Muqi throw aside all thoughts of whether Wen Jingcheng had arrived home safely.

Yan Muqi covered Wood Chu's hand with his own. Wood Chu had become much thinner, and his hand felt fragile to the touch.

"I won't. I won't anymore. From now on, stay by my side and I won't let you suffer anymore."

You see, Yan Muqi is just the kind of person who would do everything in his power to protect Mu Chu as long as she shows a hint of vulnerability and helplessness.

Mu Chu thought to himself, with just this, Wen Jingcheng could never take Yan Muqi away from him in this lifetime. From body to heart, this person had to be his!

Since you have been touched by him, the traces left behind must be completely eliminated!

As Yan Muqi drove Wen to his private apartment, Mu Chu suddenly asked, "Are you really not going back to see if Mr. Wen has returned home? Your child is still in his belly. Don't you...want to spend some time with him?"

Yan Muqi interpreted this statement as Mu Chu wanting him to accompany her, but at the same time, he felt that logically, he should be by his wife's side during pregnancy. Yan Muqi remained calm, without frowning.

He's already grown up, he'll find his way back on his own. If it wasn't for him, you wouldn't have been separated from me for so long. Mu Chu, you don't always have to consider others, take some time to care for yourself too.

Mu Chu saw herself in the rearview mirror and smiled. Then she leaned over and kissed Yan Muqi on the side of his face.

"Aqi, I love you so much!"

Wen Jingcheng woke up on the couch the next day. He had originally planned to wait for Yan Muqi to come home last night, but he fell asleep in a daze on the couch.

Wen Jingcheng rubbed his eyes, which had not yet adapted to the light, feeling a bit disappointed that Yan Muqi had not returned. In fact, he should have known earlier, but he couldn't help but hold on to a glimmer of hope, hoping that the person would care even just a little bit about him.

There was a slight pain in his lower abdomen. Wen Jingcheng stood up and poured himself a glass of warm water to drink, feeling much more comfortable. Yan Muqi probably wouldn't come home today. Wen Jingcheng sat in front of the computer, even though there was no one to monitor his computer usage, he couldn't write a single word.

My mind was in complete chaos, with no trace of a coherent thought. The few words I had just typed were all deleted by myself.

Wen Jingcheng now looks at the story he has written and inexplicably feels restless. The stories he writes always end with a happy ending, where people can always have the love and blessings they desire. Wen Jingcheng suddenly starts to dislike himself a little.

Closing the computer, pulling open the curtains, the sunlight streamed straight in. The morning sunshine wasn't as dazzling, and Wen Jingcheng gazed at the tall tree outside. Suddenly, he felt a little homesick for his mother.

I miss how she would wake up early in the morning to make breakfast for me. I miss how she used to read poems to me when I was little. My mother's voice was beautiful, like a gentle stream, soothing and unforgettable.

The memory of his mother came to a sudden halt when he was fifteen years old. Many times, Wen Jingcheng didn't want to believe his father's words. He always felt that his mother couldn't have just left him like that.

The more one doesn't believe, the more one will be preoccupied in their heart, and the more unwilling they are to seek the truth of this matter.

Having avoided the matter for 9 years, suddenly it piqued Wen Jingcheng's interest and he wanted to investigate it. However, he didn't know how to find out or who to ask.