Compared to those pits that lie in front of you, which just require a little effort to step over, Su Wanxin is more afraid of those deceptions that are invisible and unavoidable.
She watched as Fu Shihan nodded and agreed, smiled slightly. After chatting with him for a while longer, she escorted him downstairs and watched him leave.
Su Yao sat on the sofa, feeling that Fu Shihan was a bit off today, but she didn't know what had happened. She wanted to ask Su Wanxin, yet hesitated.
Su Wanxin returned to the study, her eyes fixed on the computer screen, but she couldn't really take in any content; her thoughts were still lingering on what Fu Shihan had said to her.
He said he wanted to remember the past and to investigate why he had forgotten.
What about her? Did she want to remember?
Curled up in her chair, Su Wanxin tried to recall the entirety of her past year's life.
This year, with her family by her side, she lived leisurely and comfortably.
