Since Song Qinian agreed to get back together, Shen Chiyan became increasingly shameless in front of her.
It was as if he wanted to make up for all the lost time. Every night, he would drag Song Qinian into exercising, and after a few days, her waist couldn't take it anymore.
Having expended too much energy at night, she was drowsy during the day.
In response, Song Qinian stated that if Shen Chiyan didn't restrain himself, he wouldn't be allowed back into the house, let alone sleep with her.
Song Qinian, unable to speak or use tone and voice to express her firm attitude, could only use facial expressions when gesturing to convey her displeasure.
Such a threat was too weak, it hardly qualified as a threat, yet Shen Chiyan was quite obedient, treating Song Qinian like a precious treasure every day.
Every morning, he personally prepared breakfast for Song Qinian, and only after she finished eating would he go to the company.
This also led to Master Shen Wu's cooking skills improving day by day, and he even learned to make steamed buns.
After being tossed and turned by Shen Chiyan all night, Song Qinian woke up the next day with no energy.
Eating the preserved vegetable buns that Shen Chiyan had personally made, she finally felt a little better.
Shen Chiyan wiped her mouth and found an outfit for her. "Baby, come, put on your clothes. I'm taking you somewhere today."
Song Qinian gave Shen Chiyan a confused look.
Shen Chiyan kissed her forehead and said mysteriously, "You'll know when we get there."
On a rare weekend, Shen Chiyan specifically set aside a day. He had so many things he wanted to tell Song Qinian. The sun was bright, a perfect day to open their hearts.
Shen Chiyan brought Song Qinian to the entrance of a detached villa. Song Qinian looked at him in confusion. He smiled at her and then led her inside by the hand.
As soon as she entered, Song Qinian was stunned by the scenery before her.
In the center, a flower path led to the main hall, with an archway made of baby's breath flowers. To the left and right were gardens filled with the pink and white roses that Song Qinian loved.
Song Qinian recalled her childhood dream, from when the teacher first asked the class what they wanted to be when they grew up.
Others dreamt of being teachers or doctors, police officers or scientists.
Compared to everyone else's grand dreams, Song Qinian's dream was simple: to have a warm and large home.
She had even drawn a picture for her teacher, depicting her ideal home, exactly as she saw it before her eyes at this moment.
She wanted to plant beautiful baby's breath flowers in the garden, and next to the garden, she wanted to install a swing and a resting area. When she had nothing to do, she could swing or sit on the sofa and admire the baby's breath flowers against the sky and earth.
"Let's go in!"
Shen Chiyan led Song Qinian along the flower path and into the hall. The hall was decorated luxuriously and beautifully, with baby's breath flowers everywhere.
"Qiqi, come with me!"
The two went upstairs to a bedroom. As soon as the door opened, Song Qinian saw a painting of pink and white baby's breath flowers above the headboard. On the wall opposite the bed hung a painting of a girl's back.
The girl wore a white dress and sat by a lake with willow trees, holding a drawing board and looking down as she painted.
Song Qinian recognized the girl in the painting instantly. It was none other than herself.
Where was this place?
How did Shen Chiyan have her photo?
Seeing the scene in the room, Shen Chiyan's emotions were incredibly complex. He tightly gripped Song Qinian's hand, his low voice laced with a hint of obscurity and guilt. "Qiqi, I'm sorry..."
Song Qinian was too shocked by what she saw to react. Hearing Shen Chiyan's apology, she was even more bewildered.
"Three years ago, I lost my memory due to a car accident. I always thought I loved Lin Qiutong, so I resented you for marrying me through those means!"
Shen Chiyan didn't want to bring up the past, as each mention would hurt both him and Song Qinian.
But some things were like festering wounds; if not dug out, they would persist and even infect other healthy parts. Only complete removal would lead to healing.
"Later, I often had a dream. In the dream, there was a girl who loved to paint and loved baby's breath flowers. I knew I loved her because my heart would race every time I dreamt of her. Even if I woke up suddenly, I would still be shaken."
As he spoke, Shen Chiyan gently caressed Song Qinian's cheek. "I desperately wanted to know who she was. But no matter how much I wanted to see her, no matter how I called out to her, I couldn't see her face clearly."
Looking at Shen Chiyan's furrowed brow and eager words, Song Qinian could feel his urgency and his helplessness in seeking the truth.
"So, I hired someone to draw her back based on my description. Actually, I should have recognized you much earlier! But I was too prejudiced against you, and coupled with Lin Qiutong's situation, I mistakenly believed Lin Qiutong was the girl in my dreams."
"I thought she was the one who loved baby's breath, loved the snow, and loved to paint! I even accused you of imitating her, only to realize later that it wasn't you imitating her, but her who had been constantly imitating you!"
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault! I didn't recognize you first, and then..."
Song Qinian reached out and covered Shen Chiyan's mouth, stopping him from continuing.
Meeting Shen Chiyan's eyes, full of remorse, Song Qinian sighed softly. Whether due to misunderstanding or amnesia from the car accident, she and Shen Chiyan had already missed too much. While these were regrets, dwelling on them would not lead to a good future.
Moreover, Shen Chiyan loved her now.
She didn't want Shen Chiyan to be consumed by guilt. She reached out and gestured gently, "At least you've always loved me, right?"
"Yes! From beginning to end, the only person I've ever loved is you."
Song Qinian smiled faintly. "Then it's settled. What's past is past. No matter how many regrets we have, they are already gone. In the future, I only ask that you love me well."
Song Qinian stood on tiptoe and kissed Shen Chiyan's sexy, thin lips. All her affection converged into her fingers, and she expressed her love for Shen Chiyan in her own way.
"Shen Chiyan, I love you!"
The next second, she was tightly embraced by Shen Chiyan. He wanted to hold her tightly, but was afraid of hurting her.
Just holding her like this wasn't enough!
"I love you too, Qiqi, I love you... I love you so, so much..."
Song Qinian smiled and wrapped her arms around Shen Chiyan's lean waist.
Song Qinian wasn't a fortune teller; she couldn't predict the future. She didn't know how long Shen Chiyan's love for her would last, perhaps a year, perhaps ten years, or maybe only a month or two.
But as long as Shen Chiyan loved her for a day, she would love him doubly!
At least this way, there would be no more regrets!