Shen Zhaoli picked up the Jade Buddha, examining it, he smiled and said, "This type of jade is not easy to find, are you really going to let me give it to Bian Yue, without doing it yourself?" "No, I guess not." Xie Zhang said, "I’m leaving Xiangjiang today." "My brother and the others haven’t returned yet. Are you in such a hurry to leave?" Shen Zhaoli’s smile faded as he said, "It’s been a long time since we all gathered together, won’t you wait?" "These past few days, I’ve been dreaming about Jiayi." Xie Zhang tugged at the corner of his mouth, his smile was very faint. Under the silent gaze of Shen Zhaoli, Xie Zhang’s eyes were abyssal deep, unfathomable in thought. Speaking again, his tone was even lighter, "I’ve got the call records from right before Jiayi’s death, but up to now, I still don’t have the courage to listen. Zhaoli, I have a demon inside me, and that demon keeps telling me over and over that I deserve to go to hell." Shen Zhaoli’s expression was complex, and for a moment, he didn’t know what to say to comfort the man in front of him. He wasn’t particularly close to Xie Zhang, but due to the relationship with Shen Jinci, he couldn’t just watch indifferently. After a pause, he said, "Don’t think too much, if you’re unhappy, go out for a walk." Xie Zhang nodded and did not continue on this topic. He looked at Shen Zhaoli and, changing the subject with a smile, said, "By the way, I almost forgot to ask. What about you? How do you feel after marrying Wen Jiao?" "Pretty good, Wen Jiao’s home is very warm, his father is a very kind man, I think it’s much better than being alone." He said this with soft eyes and a stronger smile, "I never knew what it felt like to have elders at home. I want to wait until my mother’s awareness is clearer and then take Wen Jiao to meet her, he will definitely like Wen Jiao a lot." Who will like Wen Jiao a lot, Xie Zhang saw it very clearly. Shen Zhaoli isn’t a talkative person, but when it comes to Wen Jiao, his words are full of care. If it weren’t for true affection, how could it be ? Xie Zhang didn’t understand, "Zhaoli, when you’re with Wen Jiao, have you ever thought about the possible twists and turns that may come in the future?" The question wasn’t explicit, but Shen Zhaoli understood the undertone of Xie Zhang’s words. He put down the Jade Buddha, his foxy eyes lazily smiling with a determined look, and said, "Marriage is not a tool for the exchange of benefits, and love can’t be measured by value. Wen Jiao, to me, renders other troubles and difficulties unworthy of mention." Perhaps it was the spirited look on Shen Zhaoli’s face that was too dazzling, or perhaps it was his own indifference in the past, Xie Zhang felt as if something had violently pricked his heart, blood rushing out, an indescribable sharp pain. He turned a little pale, smiled, and softly said, "You’re right, if I’m with someone I truly love, then nothing else matters." Time passed , and in the blink of an eye, three months had gone by. Bian Yue was starting to show a bit, walking a bit more heavily. She often felt sleepy, not awake for long, always drowsy. Shen Jinci had many daisies air shipped over, colorful ones, filling up an entire room. It was just because the doctor said that pregnant women should look at colorful flowers and plants, as it is good for the health. Bian Yue didn’t look at them much, but she always took care of them if she had the time. In Kang Yu’s words, the flowers weren’t worth much, but since Mr. Shen had spent so much time on them, even gravel became pearls. The small island still had relentless snow that day, Bian Yue slept on an adjacent rocking chair, her face ruddy from the firelight. Li Sihe usually just watched Shen Jinci take care of Bian Yue, without much interaction. The fact that they could coexist peacefully under the same roof was unexpected. "Jinci, water..." Bian Yue woke up, habitually commanding. Shen Jinci was cooking in the kitchen, Li Sihe’s hand that was holding the newspaper paused, then, he put down the paper, stood up, poured a glass of water, and handed it to Bian Yue. Bian Yue didn’t even look at who was there, she chugged the water in one breath and then, with a coquettish smile, handed the cup to Li Sihe, "It’s a bit too cold." "Understood." Updates are released by nοvelfire.net Bian Yue’s drowsiness was gone, she lifted her head and saw that Li Sihe had already emotionlessly taken the cup and was walking away. Bian Yue’s throat suddenly felt itchy and scratchy. She coughed quietly, with an apologetic tone, "Sorry, I thought you were Jinci." Li Sihe’s hand, holding the cup, suddenly trembled uncontrollably, a hint of redness spread in his eyes, and his grip tightened subconsciously, whitening his knuckles. An elusive thought lingered in Li Sihe’s mind—Bian Yue hadn’t spoken to him for a long time. They were under the same roof, yet they hardly communicated. This was probably another kind of punishment. "It’s alright." Li Sihe said, "Bian Yue, the snow will stop in a few days. Then, you and Shen Jinci can go back." "What about you? Where are you planning to go?" Bian Yue’s gentle and relieved voice came from behind him, "Li Sihe, are you never coming back?" Li Sihe looked down, concealing the complexities in his eyes; he knew full well that Bian Yue couldn’t see him, as his back was to her, yet he still smiled softly, "Yeah, not coming back." "Then, take care of yourself." Bian Yue said, "Look after yourself when you’re alone." She was so much younger than him, yet now, she seemed more like the adult. In that moment, Li Sihe felt distinctly his own despicableness and cruelty. He closed his eyes, hiding the bloodshot reddening, and softly said, "Bian Yue, I’m sorry." The room grew very quiet. Bian Yue didn’t speak. She listened to Li Sihe’s apology, at a loss for words. Shen Jinci finally came out from the kitchen. White steam diffused behind him, washing over his detached and indifferent demeanor, adding much tenderness to it. He seemed not to notice the awkward atmosphere between Bian Yue and Li Sihe, only walking over to Bian Yue, squatting down, pinching her face, and saying, "It’s time to eat." Bian Yue’s face lit up with a smile, her voice unconsciously softening, "Then tell me, what’s for dinner?" "Didn’t you clamor for sweet and sour spare ribs last night? I made some today." "You learned a new dish again?" Bian Yue’s eyes widened in astonishment, "Shen Jinci, how come you know how to do everything!" "Eat more then, consider it your approval of me," Shen Jinci said with a smile. After dinner, Li Sihe took the initiative to start clearing the table. Shen Jinci held his wrist, his tone calm, "I’ll do it." "You keep Bian Yue company." Li Sihe said, "You know better what temperature the water should be if Bian Yue wants to drink." Bian Yue watched the two exchange words with subtext and was about to say something when suddenly her calf started to cramp painfully. She groaned softly, it was very faint, but Shen Jinci immediately noticed, he looked at Bian Yue with concern and asked in a low voice, "What’s wrong?"