Every year with a whip, the heart-wrenching pain, she silently endured. Whenever she longed for the warmth that Mo Qiyan brought her, whenever she couldn’t bear the training, her mother would ask her to take off her clothes and look at those hideous scars. Her mother said, "Your brother was dragged into the cold water by a crocodile, the pain he endured was a thousand times heavier than yours, he was torn apart and bitten to death by the crocodile!" At that time, she would suddenly wake up, she couldn’t shrink back in the face of difficulties, nor could she indulge in any warmth midway. She wanted revenge, to avenge her brother. So, she actually couldn’t allow herself to indulge too much, to enjoy the love and warmth that Sheng Qianchi gave her. Life is full of crisscross scars. How much warmth is needed to welcome back that passing spring? Holding back tears of bitterness in her eyes, Gu Jiayin softly said, "Sheng Qianchi, I am a person with stories, but my stories cannot be shared with others. If you don’t want to force me away, don’t ask." Sheng Qianchi’s body was suddenly shaken for a moment. The past seven years had planted various mysteries in his heart, and he strongly yearned to uncover all those mysteries, to see her world thoroughly transparent, and then fully immerse himself into it. However, she was unwilling to open up to him. But, she didn’t say, he didn’t dare to force. So, he held her tighter in his embrace, "Alright, if you are unwilling to say, I will not ask. But Jiayin, you must remember, I am your man, from now on I will always be your support, no matter when, where, or what you want to use me for, you can do so recklessly." He looked down at her picturesque eyebrows, "Remember it?" Since this man admitted that he fell in love with her, he has given her many promises, and she indeed was moved. But, given her current situation, she had no use for any of his promises. So, she did not respond, only gently turned around and buried her face in his broad chest. No matter if she needed his promises or his support, at this moment, she was willing to immerse herself in the warmth he provided, unable to extricate herself. Alright, let it be , no matter what the future holds, live each day together as it comes, enjoy his love, and give back to him the little warmth she had left. Even if one day they part ways, she would not regret this moment of encounter. Sister Li had already returned to Shuiyunjian, quietly making breakfast downstairs, Jiajia lay quietly on the living room sofa, sticking out its tongue, looking up at the stairway. When Gu Jiayin came down the stairs, Jiajia, as if meeting its long-awaited owner, happily jumped off the sofa, ran up the stairs, cuddled up against Gu Jiayin’s leg, and barked coquettishly. Gu Jiayin smiled happily, bent down to pick up Jiajia, and couldn’t help but kiss it twice, "Jiajia, I’m back." Yes, back, returned in another identity. After a night, she had walked a different path, had become a man’s woman, had given her body to him completely. Her long hair was soft and smooth, draping over her shoulders like silk. With light steps, she walked down the stairs and entered the dining room. Sister Li was placing a dish on the table, and upon seeing Gu Jiayin, immediately smiled with joy, "Jiayin, come and have breakfast." When Sister Li’s eyes looked over, Gu Jiayin was embarrassed to the point of wanting to turn around and flee. After last night, she felt a label was attached to her, and that label was very shameful. In fact, her feeling was not wrong, a woman who had experienced such intense affairs would undergo some indescribable, subtle changes from body to temperament. She was surrounded by an unspeakable charm. Seeing Sister Li, she embarrassedly pulled up the collar of her home clothes, the traces of kisses intertwined there, she was truly ashamed to be seen. Sister Li, however, smiled warmly, came forward to take Gu Jiayin’s hand, and seated her in a chair, "What are you embarrassed about in front of me, Jiayin, I am very happy for you." Sister Li said while scooping a bowl of porridge for Gu Jiayin and busily peeling an egg, "A woman is only complete when she finds a man she can entrust her entire life to." Sister Li handed the peeled egg to Gu Jiayin, smiling more and more happily, "Now it’s good, you’re with Young Master Chi, you two are a match made in heaven, stay here and live well, I’ll cook for you all my life, and when you have children, I’ll help you raise them." Sister Li got more and more excited as she spoke, finally looking longingly, bursting into laughter. Gu Jiayin, however, lowered her head, eating porridge mouthful by mouthful, reluctant to respond. Can she and Sheng Qianchi have a child? The doctor said she was constitutionally cold, making it hard for her to conceive. Moreover, she hadn’t really thought about whether to marry him. While her thoughts were wandering, Sister Li’s voice spoke again, "Young Master Chi, morning." Gu Jiayin looked up, and saw that Sheng Qianchi, already dressed and neat, walked in with a clear spirit, just after Sister Li spoke, he was already seated beside her. He had just bathed, and the scent of the shower gel accompanied him. His presence enveloped her, involuntarily reminding her of his craziness towards her last night. With Sister Li around, she shyly bowed her head, not daring to look at him, her cheeks and even her ears quickly turned red. This text is hosted at NoveIꜰire.net Sister Li, with her astute eyes, immediately noticed Gu Jiayin’s embarrassment, quickly saying, "I need to check the flowers in the back garden, see if they were damaged by the wind and rain, take your time eating." Saying this, Sister Li picked up Jiajia and quickly left. Sheng Qianchi looked down at the woman who focused only on her porridge, not even daring to look at him, laughed softly, with a somewhat teasing tone, "Do you know what you look like right now?" "What?" Gu Jiayin, dissatisfied with his tone, looked up at him. Sheng Qianchi seized the opportunity to kiss her on the lips, teasingly said, "You look just like a shy little wife." Gu Jiayin also knew, awkwardly unable to show her face, not needing a mirror to know her face must be red beyond measure, so she fiercely glared at him, lowered her head, and continued eating porridge, ignoring him.