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Xie Jingchen had only taken a few bites when he sensed something was off. Looking at his wife, who was engrossed in her meal, he felt her mood was off!
He put down his chopsticks, moved closer, and asked softly, "Wife, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
The shattered Soul Crystal in his little wife’s brain made Xie Jingchen’s mind restless as he touched the back of her head anxiously.
"No..." Yan Jinsu shook her head, took a deep breath, and murmured back.
Her gaze flickered toward him, and the feeling of being ’in another world’ made her heart wrenchingly uncomfortable.
What was torturous was the feeling of ’actually forgetting’, the feeling of ’how could one forget’, the guilt towards Xie Jingchen, and the guilt towards their twin children.
Thinking of this, Yan Jinsu put down her bowl and chopsticks, covered her tear-stained face, and curled up on her knees, sobbing incoherently, "I’m sorry..."
The fleeting look of pain in the man’s eyes tightened his embrace around her:
"Fool, don’t be sad. Even if you can’t remember, you are still Yan Jinsu, the love of my life, Xie Jingchen, and our children’s mommy~" Xie Jingchen didn’t know what hurt his wife so much that tears streamed down her face instantaneously.
Seeing her cry so painfully, Xie Jingchen’s heart ached for her. He drew her trembling shoulders into his arms and comforted her softly.
"Why..." do you treat me so well? Is there really such a thing as an unforgettable love in the world?
If it were the apocalypse-era her, she would have scoffed at this!
However, the current her, had no choice but to believe, that there really is a man in the world who can share her hardships and face death with her!
"Sweetheart, don’t cry. Your crying makes me feel more heartache and hate my own helplessness."
Xie Jingchen forcefully held her in his arms, forehead against her full forehead. His typically sharp and deep eyes gradually showed profound sorrow while his large hand caressed her delicate face pleadingly:
"Wife, I failed to protect you well enough, letting you suffer has already caused me much pain. Please don’t be hard on yourself, it is my lack of strength that led to your pain from this ’ignorant amnesia’!"
Yan Jinsu shook her head, choked, unable to speak, tears falling relentlessly. Just by their eye contact alone, she could feel the hidden fury and self-blame in Xie Jingchen’s eyes—
In a moment of impulse, Yan Jinsu pressed her bitten lip against his chin. Both were momentarily stunned, she inwardly sighed over the difference in their stature as she awkwardly explained:
"Xie Jingchen, don’t blame yourself. This definitely isn’t your fault!"
Xie Jingchen held her evasive little face, leaned down close to her red lips, and huskily said, "Wife, your tenderness makes me spoil you..."
When he kissed her the first time, it was bewildering and tentative, just a light peck. Seeing her eyelashes tremble, gradually drooping down, he slowly kissed her a second time, a third time, each stay on her lips longer than the last from a light touch to—
The two held each other tightly, both with keen hearing, the sound of each other’s heartbeats throbbing as if contagious, gradually synchronizing.
"Wife..." As Xie Jingchen kissed more passionately, he found himself breathless and his heart rhythm erratic.
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