Morning sunlight slowly entered the large bedroom.
Mengmeng opened her eyes slowly.
For a moment she was confused.
The ceiling above her…
Was the one above the bed.
Not the couch.
She sat up immediately.
How did I end up here?
Across the room, Feng was adjusting his watch while getting ready.
He noticed her movement and looked over.
"You're awake."
Mengmeng stared at him.
"…Why am I on the bed?"
Feng looked slightly awkward.
"You almost fell off the couch last night."
She blinked.
"So you carried me here?"
"Yes."
There was a short silence.
Mengmeng looked at the bed sheets for a moment before speaking quietly.
"…Thank you."
Feng smiled faintly.
"You're welcome."
That evening the sky outside the mansion turned orange.
Mengmeng stood near the window of their room, looking thoughtful.
Feng walked in after finishing a call.
"You wanted to talk?"
She nodded slowly.
"Yes."
Her expression was calm.
Serious.
"Do you remember our contract?"
Feng frowned slightly.
"Of course."
Mengmeng spoke clearly.
"There are only three months left."
The words felt heavy in the quiet room.
"After that…"
"Our contract marriage ends," she continued.
"And we divorce."
Feng's expression slowly froze.
For a moment he didn't respond.
He knew that.
Of course he knew.
It was part of their agreement from the beginning.
But hearing her say it out loud suddenly made his chest feel tight.
Mengmeng continued calmly.
"I just wanted to remind you."
Feng looked away.
"…You didn't have to."
But she didn't notice the change in his voice.
Or maybe she did.
After a moment Mengmeng spoke again.
"I also need to tell you something else."
Feng looked back at her.
"I'm leaving tomorrow."
"For what?"
"A business trip."
"How long?"
Mengmeng thought for a second.
"…Maybe a few weeks."
Feng's eyebrows slowly tightened.
"A few weeks?"
"Yes."
"It's important."
The room became quiet again.
Feng nodded slowly.
"…I see."
But inside his chest something felt wrong.
Very wrong.
That night Feng lay awake staring at the ceiling.
Mengmeng had already fallen asleep.
Three months.
Then divorce.
The words repeated again and again in his mind.
Before he realized it…
His eyes slowly moved toward her sleeping figure.
She looked peaceful.
Unbothered.
As if the idea of leaving him meant nothing.
Feng let out a quiet breath.
When did this happen…?
At some point…
Without realizing it…
She had become part of his daily life.
Her presence.
Her voice.
Even the quiet moments they shared.
And now she was leaving for weeks.
The thought alone felt uncomfortable.
For the first time Feng understood something clearly.
He didn't just like Mengmeng anymore.
He loved her.
And the idea of losing her after three months…
Was something he couldn't accept.
The next morning Mengmeng prepared her luggage calmly.
She didn't notice Feng standing silently at the door watching her.
Because at that moment…
Feng realized something that made his heart heavy.
He couldn't imagine his life without her anymore.