"When love is too deep, hate cannot rise." Ji Baijian said these words deliberately.
Song Zhizhi just listened, quietly listening to his magnetic and gentle voice.
Ji Baijian packed up the medicine box.
He stood up, picked up the debris on the ground, and then helped Song Zhizhi clean up the remaining dishes.
Song Zhizhi watched Ji Baijian's retreating figure.
Her throat constantly swelled, her eyes so red they were on the verge of tears.
All the scenes that popped into her mind were their past encounters.
Starting from her sudden rebirth.
From the first time she confessed her love.
From their first kiss.
From their first collaboration.
From their marriage.
From when they faced life and death together.
From their...
To this moment.
To this moment.
In just 2 or 3 years, has everything moved on?
She just watched him, watched his familiar voice under her eyes, watching his every move, intensely looking at him, trying to imprint all of him into her memory…