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When Chen Fang brought out the food, Fu Haitang had already left.

Song Weiyu ran to the bar happily, holding the white porcelain bottle of wintersweet and turned back to shout at him: "Husband, Mr. Fu forgot to take the wintersweet away. He said it was a gift for his wife. What should I do?"

Chen Fang put down the plate, set the tableware, and walked to the table where the two had just had tea. He stood by the table and stared at the tea bowl, feeling relieved or more depressed.

The voice that came out was slightly choked: "Keep it, he said it's for you."

He picked up Fu Haitang's teacup, looked at the bright red blood inside, turned around and poured it into Song Weiyu's favorite potted plant.

Watching the blood being absorbed by the soil, he said in an almost inaudible voice, "I'm sorry, brother."

"If she wants, I will take her to see you for the last time."

-

The last ray of white appeared on the horizon, and the whole empty world was as clear and black as a fish's eye.

Smoke rose from every household in the town, and the lights from the kitchens, with the sound of happy family laughter, spread across the long street at his feet.

Fu Haitang walked numbly alone. It was so dark that even his shadow could not accompany him. He walked for a very long time before he regained some consciousness. But when he regained consciousness, what destroyed him was the extremely sharp and clear pain.

She originally thought that she would have nothing to do with the three words "Fu Haitang" in the rest of her life, but she didn't expect that fate would play such a trick on her and her rest of her life would be all about these three words.

Song Weiyu, I thought abandoning you was the best revenge on you, but I didn't expect that in the end, I would still be the one who lost miserably.

After enduring all this time, Fu Haitang finally spat out a large mouthful of blood.

This time he knew that there was no hope.

When Fu Haitang fell on his back, he heard the roars and running sounds of Li He and Shao Guoren. Then he fell in their arms and lost consciousness.

Under the warm lights of Begonia City, Song Weiyu was chewing a carrot when she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her heart. She pressed her ribs and felt the relic on her wrist seemed to be pressing her tightly.

How could such a small thing suddenly seem to weigh a thousand pounds?

"Honey, why do I have to wear this? It's so troublesome. Can't I just take it off?"

She raised her wrist and shook the strange bead on it at Chen Fang.

Chen Fang grabbed her restless hand and said, "No, this is a gift from a great old abbot in the temple to keep you safe. Wear it well."

The reason why he didn't let her take it off was because he saw clearly today that Fu Haitang's relic was no longer on her body. So even if there was some complicated and strange connection between the two relics, it was now... broken.

-

One and a half months later...

"Uncle Chen, please bring my mom back. My dad is dying, probably in the next two days. He's barely conscious, but he keeps calling out for Qiqi. Let them see each other for the last time."

"Uncle Chen, please bring her back."

Chen Fang hung up the phone, picked up the woman who was watching TV next to him, and kissed her: "Baby, do you still remember Mr. Fu who gave you winter plums a month ago?"

"Yeah, I remember. What's wrong?"

"He's not feeling well right now. Let's go to the capital to see him, okay?"

"No, people say the winter in Beijing is too cold and you have to wear an ugly down jacket when you go out. I won't go."

Chen Fang smiled and touched her long hair. "Dear, there is beautiful snow in the capital, and there are winter plums. Mr. Fu planted a large area of ​​winter plum trees for his wife. They are in full bloom now. He said he would like to invite you to see them."

"Really? A whole lot?"

Wow, Mr. Fu is so nice to his wife.

On the plane, Song Weiyu asked Chen Fang: "Mr. Fu must love his wife very much, so can we meet Mr. Fu's wife when we go to Beijing this time?"

Chen Fang held her hand and stroked the black diamond wedding ring on her ring finger. "His wife...is no longer with him."

For some reason, after hearing these words, Song Weiyu's chest felt like it was wrapped in a narrow and airtight glass bottle, and even the most basic beating of his heart was restricted.

She couldn't understand why she felt empathy for a stranger.

Even when she thought of that tall and handsome, but obviously skinny and sickly man, her eyes would always warm up and she would feel mixed emotions. She always felt that... he shouldn't be like this.

The sons had planned to pick her up at the airport, but Chen Fang refused, and he didn't even let Song Jingming show up.

He was too cautious, fearing that his hard-earned "peaceful life" would be ruined because of this last meeting.

As soon as Song Weiyu got off the plane, snowflakes began to fall in the capital, as if the city had specially prepared a greeting gift to welcome an acquaintance. She stretched out her fingertips, which were held in Chen Fang's palm, to grab the snow.

"Honey, this is the first time I see snow, it's so beautiful..."

Chen Fang smiled bitterly beside her, "Honey, promise me that you won't run around today. You must stay by my side the whole time. No matter who asks you to meet alone, you can't go. Do you hear me?"

Song Weiyu nodded repeatedly, "I know, there is no one I know in this city, and I don't dare to run around."

But she had no idea that her most caring lover, best friend, most intimate brother, her own son and family, including her lost memories, were all here...

The hospital has arrived.

As the two walked towards the 19th floor, the atmosphere was inexplicably solemn. Song Weiyu's heart beat so fast that it seemed like her ribs were going to break. She gradually slowed down her pace and even began to resist this meeting.