Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

Chapter 1068 Heart

He didn't say anything else, but Shen Zhiyi knew what he wanted to say. During the eight months she was in the mental hospital, he sent her a photo every month, sometimes of lily of the valley in full bloom, sometimes of golden ginkgo trees, and sometimes of the rising sun. There was always only one line of words on the back of the photo: "Zhiyi, live well." At that time, she thought he was just comforting her, but now she understands that hidden in those photos is the promise he guarded with his life. The wind outside the window suddenly got stronger, blowing the lily of the valley petals gently to tremble. A few tiny petals fluttered down and landed on the windowsill, like stars scattered on the ground. The sunlight shone in through the gaps between the petals, casting mottled light and shadows on Fu Shiyan's hands around her. Fu Shiyan tightened his hands around her slightly, the force was not strong, but with a sense of cherishment that had been lost and regained. He lowered his head to look at Shen Zhiyi who was buried in the crook of his neck, watching her shoulders sway slightly because of crying, and the fatigue in his eyes was gradually replaced by a gentle emotion. Perhaps some wounds will never heal, like the scar on his wrist and the mark on her palm, forever lingering as a reminder of the pain and struggle they once endured. Perhaps some guilt will remain, like the truth he concealed and the weight of life she carried, forever scarring their hearts. But as the morning light bathed their scarred palms, as the lilies of the valley blossomed white in the sunlight outside the window, as they held each other tightly in the cramped hospital room, as if rubbing each other into their very bones, they finally understood that love is never redemption. Love is not an eraser to erase and redraw, an indulgence to atone for past mistakes, or a panacea to heal pain. Love is the courage to reach out despite knowing it will hurt; the resolve to walk side by side despite knowing the road ahead is thorny; the perseverance to choose love despite seeing the truth of life. Fu Shiyan lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on the top of Shen Zhiyi's head, his gesture as reverent as a sacred ritual. "Okay," he said, his voice filled with a gentle relief, "let's do it together." Shen Zhiyi's crying gradually stopped, and she raised her head, bumping into Fu Shiyan's smiling eyes. The sun shone through the glass window, casting tiny spots of light in his eyes, like fallen stars. The scar under his left brow glowed soft pink in the light, no longer hideous, but like a unique medal. She reached out and gently stroked the scar, feeling the warmth on her fingertips. Fu Shiyan didn't move, but just looked at her quietly, his eyes as gentle as the spring breeze blowing across the lake. The ward was very quiet, with only the sound of lilies of the valley blown by the wind outside the window, intertwined with the steady breathing of the two. The pork rib soup in the thermos was still emitting heat, and the mist blurred her vision, but made everything in front of her eyes appear exceptionally clear. They still have a long way to go, a lot of pain to heal, and a lot of guilt to digest. But at this moment, they knew that as long as they had each other by their side, they would have enough courage to face those unknown storms. The lily of the valley outside the window was in full bloom, and the white petals sparkled in the sun, as if foreshadowing a brand new beginning. And in the ward, two weathered souls hugged each other tightly, as if to melt the pain and struggle of the past in this warm embrace, and then, together, walk towards that hopeful future. Maybe the blooming period is short, but as long as it has bloomed, it is enough. Maybe love will bring pain, but as long as you have had it, you have no regrets. Shen Zhiyi buried her face back in the crook of Fu Shiyan's neck, a relieved smile on the corner of her mouth. She knew that from this moment on, they would no longer be each other's shackles, but each other's light, illuminating the way forward until the end of their lives. He would smile with satisfaction. She also remembered that day on the playground track, when she was in a bad mood, Lin Shen carried her on his back and ran a full lap. He ran breathlessly, his forehead beaded with sweat, but he continued to tell her jokes and cheer her up. She lay on his back, listening to his strong heartbeat and smelling the faint scent of his sweat, and all her worries melted away. Back then, although they had little money, eating the cheapest meals in the cafeteria and wearing washed-out clothes, their hearts were filled with sunshine and hope. They believed that as long as they were together and worked hard, they would have a bright future. But now, they had arrived in this city they had once longed for, but life was like an impenetrable net, trapping them tightly. Lin Shen worked overtime day and night, his smiles fading, replaced by a lingering fatigue. And she, though she continued to write the script, often felt confused and helpless, unsure if her efforts would ever yield the results she desired. The moonlight outside the window gradually shifted, leaving a faint streak on the ceiling. Su Wan sighed softly, her heart awash with a mixture of sweet, sour, bitter, and salty emotions. She reached out, wanting to touch the cool moonlight, but only felt icy air. She turned her head and looked at Lin Shen again. He was still fast asleep, his brow still furrowed. Su Wan reached out and gently smoothed his frown. Her fingertips touched his warm skin, and a strong thought suddenly surged through her: no matter how difficult the future, she would walk on with Lin Shen. They had once dreamed of a future so hard; they couldn't give up so easily. With this thought, Su Wan's heart gradually calmed. She closed her eyes and tried to drift off to sleep. Although she still worried about tomorrow's rent and that Lin Shen would be too exhausted from taking on private work, she believed that as long as the two of them worked together, they would be able to overcome this difficult time. The chirping of insects outside the window gradually faded, and the number of cars in the distance also decreased. The night grew even quieter. Only the cold moonlight was still quietly shining on the ceiling, as if silently guarding the young couple working hard in the city, guarding their fragile yet tenacious dreams. Wan was counting the white shirts fluttering on the clothesline, and suddenly her eyes lit up. She pointed to one of them and said to Lin Shen: "Look, that white shirt is exactly the same as the one you are wearing." Lin Shen looked in the direction she pointed and smiled: "Maybe they are produced by the same manufacturer." He was editing the code on the laptop on his knees. The blue light of the screen reflected on his face, making his jawline look a little pale, and his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyelids. His fingers tapped quickly on the keyboard.