Gu Yan thought, no matter what happens in this life, she would never forget this deep memory.
She would not forget Tang Yuxiu, the man she loved.
Tang Yuxiu returned late at night.
His footsteps were very light as he first went to the children's room to check on them, tucked in the blankets they had kicked off, and gently kissed their foreheads before leaving the room.
He returned to his own room, and on the black bed that had been undisturbed for five years, there was a small lump.
After a long day of busyness and fatigue, Tang Yuxiu's heart felt completely fulfilled and satisfied upon seeing this small lump.
It was all real, not his imagination.
His movements remained gentle; he took his clothes downstairs to shower before coming back up.
He lifted the blanket and slid in, wrapping his arms around Gu Yan's warm body from behind, holding her in his embrace.
Her body also carried the scent of his shower gel, blending with him as if they were one.
