If you want a husband, you have to fight for it.

Wan Chuncao ignored the display and touched Xu Muyu's face again before sending him to the car.

After getting in the car, the two held hands reluctantly for a while before letting go.

The driver started driving. Xu Muyu saw from the rearview mirror that Wan Chuncao was still standing there watching him leave.

After seeing her standing there for a while, Chen She knocked on the car door again, stuck his head out of the driver's seat and said something to Wan Chuncao.

Wan Chuncao turned around reluctantly and got into the car, and slapped Chen She in the face.

Only after seeing their car started did Xu Muyu look away.

The restaurant we arranged to meet was in a nearby business district, and was chosen by Guan Baishu on purpose.

The restaurant is on the first floor, with no threshold or steps, and wheelchairs can enter and exit freely. There are also fewer people dining at the scheduled time.

Even so, Guan Baishu was still worried that Xu Muyu might have a psychological burden.

When the appointed time came, she couldn't wait to stand up and go to the door to greet him.

As soon as I stood up, Xu Muyu came in from the door.

As soon as Xu Muyu came in, he saw Guan Baishu.

After not seeing each other for so many years, both of them felt a little dazed.

When Guan Baishu saw Xu Muyu, he bumped into the table in distraction.

Xu Muyu pushed the wheelchair, and she woke up and jogged over.

The restaurant had just opened and there weren't many people there, just the waiter and the two of them.

"Be careful."

Xu Muyu reminded her with a smile.

Guan Baishu still trotted over, but didn't dare to get close to Xu Muyu when he arrived in front of him.

She was still a little dazed.

Is the person in front of me really Xu Muyu?

The face that was so pale and bloodless, with extremely thin cheekbones, now seemed to be full of life, like water flowing out of a dried-up spring.

This description may not be correct, but Guan Baishu will always remember Xu Muyu on the hospital bed.

Dark eye sockets, thin face, purple skin, and those eyes.

How calm were those eyes that could not contain anything, as calm as a lake of stagnant water, without causing even a ripple.

He seemed to have accepted the arrangement of fate, lying on the hospital bed filled with the smell of disinfectant, accepting the countdown of his life.

He was so calm, so cool.

He was lying on the hospital bed, and with his hands full of needle holes, he returned the flowers she had given him in the morning, and said calmly, Bai Shu, go back, you shouldn't stay with me, you still have plenty of time.

He obviously has a lot of time.

But Guan Baishu couldn't say it at that time.

She couldn't see his paralyzed legs hidden under the quilt, but she could see his sunken cheeks, the various tubes inserted into his body, and the hideous unstitched wound on his side that he had not had time to cover.

And his cloudy eyes.

What was hidden in those eyes was both easy to understand and unfathomable.

The medicine bottle that broke into pieces when it hit the wall caused blood to flow from the back of his hand and the side of his face.

At that time, the look in his eyes was a pain that she could understand, and a loss that she could not understand. She only remembered him saying, "Let's go, Bai Shu."

Guan Baishu almost fled in panic.

And that was the last time they met.

Even after Xu Muyu was discharged from the hospital, she often returned home.

Intentionally or unintentionally, they never met again.

There has never been a time like now when we are face to face and can see each other's appearance so clearly.

Guan Baishu stood there stupidly, not daring to associate the Xu Muyu in front of him with the Xu Muyu on the hospital bed.

The Xu Muyu in front of him had flesh on his face, his fair skin had color, and more importantly, his eyes were bright.

Time has not left more marks on his face, and the illnesses that plague him are even fewer and fewer. He is still as clean as he was when he was young.

This cleanliness and purity comes from within, not from the surface.

If you look closely, you can see that his purity has a hint of maturity, like the maturity of taking on some kind of responsibility.

"Long time no see, Bai Shu."

Xu Muyu took the initiative to extend his hand to Guan Baishu.

It was just like when he got his hand scratched by a medicine bottle and pushed her away with his bloody hand.

Guan Baishu felt his eyes getting hot: "Long time no see, Mu Yu."

Chen She knocked on the car door again to tell Wan Chuncao to stop standing there and watching: "The car has already started, and you can't stop it even if you keep looking at it."

Wan Chuncao stood there and watched the car go away, then turned to the displayed car and said, "You don't have a wife, and you don't allow me to see my husband."

"Fuck it, are you going to leave or not? If not, I'm leaving!"

Chen She asked her to get in the car quickly: "You asked me to pick you up early in the morning, and you let me see you two being so affectionate. I mean, what will happen if you two separate for a while?"

Wan Chuncao got into the car by herself. Before getting in, she slapped him on the head, told him to shut up, and didn't say anything else.

It was obvious that she was in a bad mood. Chen She waited for her to get in the car and drove away directly: "It's not necessary to separate for a while. Besides, isn't my store fun? It's just a little far away."

Wan Chuncao was listless and had no interest in talking: "No matter how fun it is, it can't be as fun as my husband."

"My ears."

Chen She felt his ears tingling: "Can you please not tell your boudoir secrets in public?"

"We kissed last night."

Wan Chuncao tilted her head and said with a lack of interest: "French kiss."

“Damn it…”

"Five minutes of tongue kissing."

"roll."

The shop is in completely different directions from the villa and is not convenient at all.

Besides, what fun can there be in a decoration store?

But Guan Baishu made an appointment with Xu Muyu, and Xu Muyu accepted the invitation. Wan Chuncao was bored staying at home, so he decided to go to the display store to have some fun.

It’s a good opportunity to see where the store is.

It’s not true that you want to see where the store is, but it’s true that you absolutely can’t stay at home.

Xu Muyu's presence was everywhere, making her unable to control her thoughts.

As soon as Guan Chuncao arrived at the store, she found the sofa in the display shop and lay down horizontally.

Seeing her dead look, Chen She wanted to kick her: "Why pretend to be magnanimous? You might as well go with us."

"No, I can't get involved in their affairs."

Wan Chuncao kicked off her shoes and lay on the sofa. She didn't want to do anything anymore. She stared at the ceiling blankly. "They are all things of the past. I have nothing to worry about."

"Who are you showing this dead look to?"

A Mao and Ali went to a nearby community to install windows for a customer. Chen She was in charge of watching the store and doing the accounting today.

He sat at the counter, took out a calculator and receipts, and chatted with Wan Chuncao while doing the math: "You're obviously calculating a lot."

Wan Chuncao moved her mouth for a long time before she said, "I didn't say I minded."

"Yes, yes, you don't mind, it's me who minds, okay."

Chen She was too lazy to expose her, and asked curiously, "How long have they been talking?"

Wan Chuncao turned around and corrected him: "We talked about it before."

"Okay, okay, so how long did they talk 'before'?"

Chen She emphasized the word "before" a little more: "It's impossible that we just talked for an hour and then broke up."

Wan Chuncao turned back and continued to look at the ceiling: "I don't know."

"what?"

Chen She paused in mid-air while pressing the calculator: "He didn't take the initiative to explain? He has already gone to meet her but he still doesn't take the initiative to explain?"

Wan Chuncao folded her hands on her stomach and said calmly: "I didn't ask."

"Are you stupid or crazy? You don't even ask about your husband's ex?"

Chen She thought she was just being silly: "What if they didn't just meet today to reminisce about the past? And then they got along well again while reminiscing?"

"Men are nostalgic. Who knows, they might still be in love with someone they love most, or someone they love dearly, or someone they just can't get. With so much pressure, can you guarantee that they won't end up together again while chatting?"