My husband is cold and heartless, we are reborn and divorced

"I...I have something to give you..." She spoke intermittently, and her face, which was usually as white as jade, was now as rosy as a pink flower.

The thin earring beside the earlobe swayed slightly from time to time, like the heart of its owner.

He bent his head over the table, holding a pen and staring at the book, his finger joints clearly visible, as white as silver and jade.

Until he stopped writing, raised his eyes slightly, and fixed his gaze on the person coming in from the door.

The colorful rope in Jiang Wan's hand seemed to be sinking into his flesh.

Fu Yan raised his eyes as if asking her something.

She took two small steps and walked towards him, "Today is the Dragon Boat Festival..."

"Yeah." He looked at the half-colored one in Jiang Wan's hand, "If you have nothing to do..."

Before Fu Yan could finish the second half of his sentence, "When I'm done, let's go out for a walk together," the person in front of him suddenly raised his eyes and interrupted him hurriedly, "I have something to do!"

Jiang Wan pursed her lips, she was afraid that Fu Yan would say something cold and discouraging like "If you have nothing to do, don't come into the study."

She didn't want to listen, so she interrupted Fu Yan.

She regretted it now. She lowered her eyes, not daring to look at Fu Yan.

He wouldn't be... angry, would he?

Unlike what Jiang Wan thought, Fu Yan still did not show any ups and downs. He said in a light tone, "Okay."

Jiang Wan stood in front of him and slowly raised her eyes, "I made a colorful rope."

The man kept looking at her without saying a word, as if he was waiting for Jiang Wan's next words.

"Can you......" Jiang Wan gritted his teeth, "Can you stretch out your hand?"

Fu Yan still had a pen in his hand. The corners of his lips twitched, but in the end he said nothing and put the pen down.

Stretched out his hand.

As if he knew what Jiang Wan was going to do, he pulled up his sleeve with his other hand, exposing his wrist.

Jiang Wan lowered his head, not looking at him, just staring at his hands.

She tried her best to suppress the not-at-all-smooth rise and fall of her chest.

He held his breath and tied the colorful rope with trembling hands.

Gently and slowly.

Not a sound was made.

There were only two people in the room, and it was so quiet that the only sound was their breathing.

There was a small blood mole on the inside of Fu Yan's wrist. After Jiang Wan put on the colorful rope, he touched the rope lightly with his fingertips, deliberately preventing the rope from covering Fu Yan's mole.

"Have you put it on?" The sudden voice scared Jiang Wan so much that his shoulders trembled and he took a step back.

"......alright."

"Miss?"

Jiang Wan's heart skipped a beat. He looked back and saw that it was Qiu Nu. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You scared me. What's the matter?"

Qiu Nu walked closer to Jiang Wan and asked, "Miss, why do you look unhappy?"

Jiang Wan's eyelashes trembled slightly, "Why are you unhappy? I just accepted the colorful string that Nanny Feng made for me. How can you see that I'm unhappy?"

Qiu Nu sighed: "I don't know either, but I just feel that you are not in a good mood."

"Don't think too much. Maybe it's because tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival and I have to cooperate with Ningzhi to perform a big show, so I think too much."

Jiang Wan smiled, "Don't worry, I'm not unhappy. You're so young, how come you're more worried than me? Just have fun now."

Qiu Nu glanced at the colorful rope in Jiang Wan's hand, "Madame Feng said that she is the one who weaves the colorful rope every year."

Jiang Wan didn't know why Qiu Nu suddenly said this.

"She also said to me when we were chatting, Miss, you watch her weave every year, but you just can't learn it. She said that maybe you just don't want to learn it." Qiu Nu raised her eyes. Her eyes were dark and deep, like a pool of water, reflecting people's hearts.

"But I saw you make one up this morning, young lady. When Mammy said she was going to make one for you, you didn't say anything."

Jiang Wan tilted his head, unwilling to look at Qiu Nu, and whispered: "I just made one for fun. I didn't know how to do it before, but I learned it when I went to Jiangnan because I was bored. That one was also made for fun. I'll leave it there. If you want it, I'll give it to you. Anyway, I don't have anyone I want to give it to..."

Jiang Wan's voice suddenly stopped.

She looked back at Qiu Nu, whose eyes were unusually clear.

Let Jiang Wan's heart have nowhere to hide.

Yeah, why does she have to explain so much?

Qiu Nu didn't ask anything, but she exposed herself when she explained.

Jiang Wan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You are so thoughtful...should I say you are smart or..."

Jiang Wan shook his head.

Qiu Nu felt sorry for Jiang Wan: "Miss, you clearly just want to live an ordinary life, but you often have to work ten times harder than ordinary people. You were born in a noble family, and you should have grown up pampered, but because of your identity, you have to be bullied."

Jiang Wanxin stabbed him and smiled, "It will be fine soon."

"You always say you have nothing to do, but in fact you keep everything in your heart. I know there are some things you don't want to say, but I can feel that, young lady, you are still..."

"Qiu Nu."

Jiang Wan lowered her head, hiding the tears in her eyes, "Please help me make one, I want to receive the one you give me."

Jiang Wan held the other wrist tied with a colorful rope with one hand, lowered his head, and seemed unwilling to say more.

"Okay." Qiu Nu responded.

Until she turned and left, Jiang Wan turned his back to them and looked out the window. The sun had already set, with only a few rays of sunset remaining on the dome.

The yellowish light covered the window frames, rice paper, and silk skirts.

A tear with gleaming light wet my chest.

Can she really...not forget?

Even if she tried not to think about him every day, one day, the memories of him would suddenly come flooding back and break through her tightly locked valve.

Like an unstoppable sword, it stabbed out, pierced through her, and blood splattered all over her body.

The days in the past that seemed without him became insignificant, and my mood at this moment is all about him.

Even if I forced myself not to think, forced myself to pay attention to the people and things around me, I would still be distracted as I kept looking and thinking.

Even Qiu Nu saw it.

Is she hiding it so badly?

It turns out that right and wrong can be difficult to distinguish.

Can anyone really be completely sane?

Maybe it's because they are not involved in it? Just like Jiang Wan, she couldn't understand why Ningzhi would marry Tan Yunzhi later when she clearly didn't like him.

Now she seems to have figured it out a little.

People's emotions are not static, and the person who knows you best in the world may not necessarily be you.

Sometimes, we deceive ourselves, and only suddenly understand it at an unexpected opportunity.

Ah, so this is what I really mean.

It turns out that my previous thoughts were not my real thoughts.

Jiang Wan exhaled heavily, ignored the voices behind him, and walked out slowly.

There was no one following him, and he didn't have a lantern. He walked on the dim stone steps.

I am aimless and just want to hide away like this without having to think about anything or face anyone or anything.

"Jiang Wan..." The sound of broken jade in the wind echoed in her ears.

She stopped walking suddenly and looked at the familiar figure in front of her. The shadows of bamboos were sifting through the luxurious robe inlaid with silver silk, flickering back and forth.

Jiang Wan was so distracted by the noise.

Is she starting to have hallucinations?