Mommy, the wealthy daddy has come to propose again.

"Honey, what are you talking about?"

Lan Qichen's voice was slightly hoarse, deep and magnetic, and extremely pleasant to the ear.

"Are you upset because I didn't give you a Valentine's Day gift?"

Valentine's Day?

The memory suddenly came back to six years ago, which was the last Valentine's Day they spent together.

At that time, Bai Ning was still pregnant with Lan Shining. She vaguely remembered that on February 1000th, she and Aunt Lan spent a whole day decorating the villa, hung up pink balloons, and bought more than [-] red balloons. Roses try their best to create the atmosphere that Valentine's Day should have.

She guessed that he would hold a large bouquet of flowers when he came home from get off work, order strawberry cake from her favorite store, and then go to a movie together to spend this romantic Valentine's Day.

However, reality ruthlessly tore apart the imaginary scene.

Lan Qichen didn't even return home that night, let alone flowers and cakes.

What's even more annoying is that at the end of Bai Ning's wait from dawn to dusk, when he was awake and until he was sleepy, he received an anonymous MMS message. The photo above showed his wife and Xia Nuanbing having a sweet dinner together.

"Clap!"

The phone slipped from her hand and fell to the ground, the screen shattered into a mosaic, but it could not hide the smiles of the man and woman in the photo.

Tears fell silently. Bai Ning sat in front of the window, the cold wind blowing on her cheeks. She seemed to be indifferent, staring blankly at the inky night outside the window.

Probably from then on, her heart was completely dead.

Fast forwarding to the present, Bai Ning blinked his dry eyes and said calmly: "I'm sorry, I don't understand what you are talking about."

Yes, it was time for her to say goodbye to that unbearable past.

Those who are unfaithful in love are destined to lose their true love. She tried her best to manage their marriage, but he insisted on destroying it with his own hands.

What qualifications does he have to talk about regrets?

Bai Ning twitched her lips. It was obvious that she was the winner, but her smile looked so pale and weak.

"Baby, listen to me."

Lan Qichen was a little anxious and eager to clarify the reason.

"No," Bai Ning refused simply, "I don't want to hear it."

Let the past events that have already happened be buried in the dust of time. There is no need to dig them out again and rub salt into the wounds again and again.

It hurts, it hurts so much.

She couldn't take it.

Lan Qichen let out a long and deep sigh, Bai Ning was trapped in his arms, and the smell of alcohol filled his nose.

The smell wasn't pleasant and she didn't like it.

"Bai Ning, I love you, very much, very much..."

Lan Qichen's voice was a little weak, as if he was exhausted, but also seemed to have a hint of shame and self-blame.

"Maybe I'm used to your company day and night, but I naively thought you would never leave... I'm sorry for those things. If I could do it all over again, I would definitely..."

Bai Ning's fingertips touched his lips lightly, stopping him from continuing.

She shook her head slightly: "It's a pity that there is no if, and we have no chance to come back."

What is there to say now?

How could she, who had been deeply immersed in love, ever think that one day they would reach the point where they would only be disappointed when they looked at each other?

"Honey, in those years when you were away, I suffered in pain every day, and my days were like years. If it weren't for Ning Ning, I really would have lost all hope of living..."

Lan Qichen sniffed, and whether it was the alcohol or the sadness from his heart, his eye circles were slightly red.

This was the first time Bai Ning had seen him look so dejected and lost. He was completely different from the high-spirited CEO of the famous shopping mall. They were completely different.

In this game of love, does it really matter who wins and who loses?

"Well, I see."

Bai Ning lowered his eyes and responded calmly: "Stop talking, it's all over."

Yes, it's all over.