Chapter 4

He smiled and said, "It has all passed."

She felt guilty and wanted to flirt with Liu Hair, but missed the opportunity

He sought her opinion: "What do you want to eat?"

What are you looking at

He looked at her, his eyes flickering, and began to joke: "I didn't expect that after being injured, your mind would become enlightened."

She nodded

He said nothing, took her hand and walked out, with a hint of moisture in his eyes

The female Frankenstein, I can hardly imagine, secretly glanced at him: "Jian An, I am truly sorry..."

She suddenly empathized and nodded involuntarily: "You are right, I am too young. Having had a smooth journey without any setbacks, it is inevitable to become conceited and feel that I am capable of anything."

She stood there in a daze

She felt awkward when he spoke, and instinctively reached out to tousle her bangs, only to directly touch her own smooth forehead.

Chen Jian'an is absolutely right; she did not genuinely want to watch the film, which is why she dozed off halfway through.

He opened the DVD, inserted the disc, paused for a moment, "So you are like this too, but when you really want to watch, you lose patience. Later I realized that you don't really enjoy watching movies; you just want to mess with me and lean on me for a while."

Why should there be trophies? ... I don't know ... ... I can't remember ... ...

How is it that one can inexplicably forget a loved one and so effortlessly regain happiness?

He turned back to the room to tie his tie, put on his coat, and brought her a trench coat. She lowered her head, watching his long fingers skillfully tie a light blue scarf for her, frowning and saying, "Ugly"

Chen Jianan said, "There is no mirror." She sulked and mumbled, "I need to look in a mirror."

He stared at her motionlessly and asked, "Don't you like that blue one?"

Without bangs? What rushes through the mind is a roaring sound, thundering and rumbling, that could not be grasped

After leaving the hospital, you brought up the divorce. At that time, I was disheartened and took you to the civil affairs bureau.

"Roman Holiday." She answered dryly without thinking. Why did she remember 'Roman Holiday'? Chen Jianan smiled, stood up, and squatted in front of the TV cabinet to rummage: "Preferences haven't changed, still enjoy watching such old films"

She nodded emphatically and immediately stood up: "Then let's go have lunch, we must make up for it."

It was he who woke her up, "Jing Shi, it's about time, shall we go for lunch?"

Chen Jian'an pressed the remote control, walked over, skillfully embraced her, and leaned back on the sofa

She leaned weakly against him. Chen Jianan said, "Do you want to watch a DVD? After watching, we can go."

His hand trembled slightly, and she could even sense the surprise in his eyes. He turned and quickly made his way to the wardrobe, moving so fast that he almost took two or three steps to reach it, accurately retrieving the ash-gray scarf she desired.

He closed his eyes and pressed his nose bridge, "If I were to say what I regret the most in this life, it would be signing that divorce agreement..."

He was taken aback for a moment, then began searching through the drawer, saying as he looked: "It was I who removed the mirror, not wanting to see my own face... People are quite ridiculous, aren't they? They think that by not looking in the mirror, they can avoid aging and decay"

He stared at her for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter, a laugh so carefree and joyful, "Alright, alright, Zhangcha duck."

Not only are there no mirrors, but also on the TV cabinet, on the bookshelf, and in the cabinet, there is not a single trophy or a glass decorative piece

She suddenly thought of the living room, the bedroom, and the bathroom, with their pristine white walls and neatly polished tiles, and there was not a single mirror.

She was very satisfied, obediently tying her scarf, her eyes filled with admiration

His eyes shimmered with sorrow as he hurriedly said: "No, it was because I was unconscious right after the incident and could only receive intravenous fluids; my body was exhausted too severely."

He nodded, "It's just that you didn't see it."

She tossed the phone to him and said, "Have I always been like this?"

She was taken aback for a moment, adjusting her collar, tugging at the ash-gray tassel, and retorted, "Hasn't this outfit always been paired with this color?"

He chuckled silently and pulled her back down onto the sofa, saying, "It's too early, just look at the clock."

She looked at him with his back turned to her, crouching down to search for the disc, the thin shirt stretched tightly across his back, revealing a faint scar.

... ... ? ''

The living room is filled with green plants, all planted in aluminum cans cut from pull tabs, with the edges carefully wrapped in layers of adhesive tape by him

She listened with her heart racing and patted her chest: "My goodness"

So... did 'Pride of the Sun' ultimately succeed

The sunlight illuminated the tips of his hair, which was dark and glossy, while a clean and fragrant scent floated in the air. His movements were slow, and his voice was deep. She looked at her fluffy bunny slippers, and tears suddenly welled up in her eyes

In a black-and-white scene, Hepburn is still in her prime, lifting her skirt to chase happiness, like all the noble princesses living in fairy tales. Yet, she just wants to cry

He came to his senses and continued to narrate: "In fact, the success or failure of an experiment does not solely depend on the level of participation of an individual. Even if it fails, it is largely due to the inherent randomness of the experiment. The experiment will not be moved by the efforts one puts into it"

Finally, he found a mobile phone and opened the front camera for her—this was the only way.

She thought without hesitation: "Zhangcha Duck"

She waited with joy, subconsciously feeling like a beautiful woman. However, upon seeing her own face, she was taken aback; her pale and emaciated jaw, the taut muscles on her face, and her reddened eye sockets made her look like a mere bag of bones