Tang Chen stood in front of the full-length mirror and looked at himself in the mirror.
The well-tailored suit wraps up the slender and lean figure, and the navy blue tie exudes maturity and stability. The slender fingers pull the tie, and the smile on the corner of the lips is stunning and alluring.
He smiled with satisfaction, turned around, and walked away slowly.
Yes, his leg is healed.
Over the years, he has been actively receiving treatment, and he has overcome the difficulties of recovery one by one, and finally recovered as good as ever.
Except that my legs and feet will feel uncomfortable on cloudy and rainy days, they are no different from ordinary people.
He drove to the VIP entrance of the underground palace, stopped the car, and lit a cigarette.
Today is the last day of the five-year agreement, and this is the place where they made the agreement.
Tang Chen leaned lazily against the tree and looked up at the sky. It was eight o'clock in the morning.
He knew that Shen Zhiyi returned to China last month, but he did not look for her. Lin Wanwan said that she still had not recovered her memory.
Tang Chen didn't know why he was waiting here. He was obviously destined to not be able to wait.
Perhaps, in his heart, he hoped that Shen Zhiyi could remember him on his own.
From morning to noon, from noon to evening.
Tang Chen was like a silent statue, the expectation in his eyes getting weaker and weaker.
He glanced at the mechanical watch in his hand. It was eleven fifty in the middle of the night.
Tang Chen threw away the cigarette butt and ran it over with his leather shoes. The corners of his lips twitched slightly, showing a hint of bitterness.
He opened the car door and was about to sit in when he heard footsteps. He subconsciously turned around and saw a graceful woman in a red dress under the moonlight.
"Tang Chen?"
The voice that made him think about her day and night sounded. Tang Chen's body trembled, he strode over, opened his arms, and held her heavily in his arms.
"You're here." Tang Chen's hoarse voice was full of longing. They hadn't seen each other for a long time.
"I'm coming." Shen Zhiyi replied subconsciously. Various fragments flashed through her mind. She wanted to catch them, so she forgot to push him away.
"But why am I here?"
She murmured, covering her heart with one hand.
"There seems to be a voice in my heart telling me that I must come here today. If I am late, it will be too late."
She obviously hasn't remembered it yet, but there is a mark about him in her heart.
Tang Chen looked at her deeply, "Are you confused?"
"Um."
"Do you mind hearing me tell you a story?"
"I want to hear it."
Her IQ told him that this man was the missing part of her memory.
The moment she saw him, her heart, which had been silent for many years, beat wildly.
There was a bench nearby, and Tang Chen led her to sit down.
Tang Chen turned his head and stared at her thoughtful face, calmed down, and slowly told their story.
"...I was thinking about Linwanwan at that time, but she turned a blind eye."
Shen Zhiyi felt sour in her heart and interrupted him, "What about now, do you still like Wanwan?"
Tang Chen: "She is the only one in my heart."
Shen Zhiyi suddenly felt comfortable, "You continue."
Tang Chen was immersed in the past. During the narration process, he would confess his mood and feelings at that time, so he did not notice the change in Shen Zhiyi's expression.
"...When I was willing to face reality and accept her, I found that I was not even qualified to protect her."
Shen Zhiyi closed her eyes, and the images flashing through her mind became extremely clear.
She... remembered everything.
Even if she loses her memory and becomes a new Shen Zhiyi, she still loves him when she sees him again.