Bai Yueguang returns to China, don't be a spare tire, divorce Lin

The drizzle fell densely, and each drop was like a cold needle, which could cause a shiver when it touched the skin.

But Lin Xuan seemed unaware of it. He hurried through the rain, carrying the more than sixty pots of carefully cared-for roses in the courtyard into the house one by one.

When he finally stood in front of Ye Wanqing, water droplets slid down his angular face and dripped onto the floor, making a tiny and crisp sound.

His eyes swept across the rows of roses he had "saved," and his voice was filled with a subtle tenderness:

"They are all safe."

Spring in Beijing is always accompanied by drizzle, and this year, the rain is even more torrential than in previous years.

This kind of rainstorm is not the first time. After experiencing countless baptisms, those roses are no longer the delicate flowers in the greenhouse. They have learned to grow in adversity, otherwise they would not be able to bloom in this land until now.

Ye Wanqing had carefully trimmed their branches and leaves in the early morning. Now, these roses looked exhausted due to the rain, and their petals were falling.

But those buds that are about to bloom show amazing vitality. Even if the leaves are torn to pieces by wind and rain, they still stand stubbornly on the branches, as if announcing to the world: after the wind and rain, they will surely bloom more brilliantly.

Hearing Lin Xuan's words, Ye Wanqing slowly turned around, her eyes fell on the rows of neatly arranged roses, and a warm feeling surged in her heart.

Sixty-two pots of roses are quietly waiting there, and each pot has only a lonely branch left. It looks desolate, but it is full of infinite vitality.

These seemingly fragile lives, as long as they are given a little time and the wind and rain stop, they will be able to put on their green clothes again and bloom into eye-catching flowers.

She stared quietly until a cool breeze blew by, bringing with it a damp chill. Ye Wanqing couldn't help but shiver, and then she was pulled out of her thoughts.

She rubbed her arms gently, turned her head to look at Lin Xuan, her eyes full of gratitude: "Thank you, go change your clothes quickly, don't catch a cold."

Lin Xuan nodded slightly, his deep eyes fixed on her face. He seemed to have a thousand words to say, but in the end, he could only say one simple sentence:

"how about you?"

"Yeah, I will too."

Ye Wanqing's voice was gentle. She turned around and stepped onto the stairs leading to the second floor. Although there were still some water droplets hanging on her trouser legs, her footprints were left on every step.

Lin Xuan followed behind her, his wet shirt clinging tightly to his skin, outlining his slender figure and leaving wet traces with every step.

The two of them returned to their rooms and closed the door gently, isolating themselves from the noise of the outside world.

As the night deepened, the wind and rain outside the window continued to rage, as if to swallow up the entire world. Ye Wanqing soaked in the warm water, her mood gradually calming down.

Ever since the doctor told her that medication was only auxiliary and that true recovery required her to rely on her own strength, she began to try various ways to make herself happy.

Although, this is not easy for her.

Recalling the chance encounter with Zhang Duoer while skiing, she has been working hard to make her life full of sunshine, even though the road is full of thorns.

The water in the bathtub gradually cooled down. Ye Wanqing stood up and stepped into the shower room. The warm water washed over her body and also washed away the haze in her heart.

When she walked out of the bathroom again, her whole body was surrounded by warmth and her mood became particularly comfortable.

Ye Wanqing's long hair was like a waterfall flowing in the night, soft and shiny, but it took a lot of time to dry completely.

She patiently used a hair dryer to blow her hair until it was half dry, then lightly sprayed some styling spray to maintain the natural draping beauty, then turned and left the room.

Lin Xuan had already finished washing up, but he felt a little embarrassed because there were no clothes of his in the guest room.

At this moment, he only had a bath towel wrapped lightly around his waist, his upper body exposed to the air, and his muscular chest glowed faintly under the light.

This sudden scene made Ye Wanqing's heart tremble, and her cheeks unconsciously turned red.

She quickly adjusted her sight, trying not to let her gaze linger for too long, and asked softly:

"Aren't you cold like this?"

Lin Xuan smiled slightly, seemingly unaware of her shyness, "It's okay, I'm used to it."

In fact, he didn't feel cold, but his body felt slightly chilled due to sitting still for a long time.

However, Ye Wanqing really had no suitable clothes for him, and even the only bathrobe was soaked by the previous rain.

Ye Wanqing brought two cups of steaming hot water from the kitchen. She handed one to herself and carefully placed the other in front of Lin Xuan, with a hint of apology in her eyes:

"I'm sorry, but I don't have any clothes that would fit you."

She took a sip of hot water, feeling the warmth flowing between her lips and teeth, then slowly walked to the sofa and sat down.

Staring down at the glass in her hand, her thoughts seemed to drift far away. After a long while, she mustered up the courage and whispered her secret:

"I...suffer from depression."

Ye Wanqing never revealed this secret to anyone easily. She always believed that she could defeat the disease and regain the color of life.

However, the road to recovery was much more difficult than she had imagined.

Her mood was as changeable as the weather in the capital, sometimes sunny and bright, sometimes cloudy.

Sometimes, she can control her emotions and let them go the way she wants; but sometimes, her emotions are like wild horses that have broken free from their reins, running wild and making her unable to extricate herself.

She can't control it!!

Just like tonight, she was already lying in bed, but suddenly she thought of the roses downstairs.

An inexplicable impulse drove her to get up and rush downstairs desperately.

At that moment, she seemed to have lost her mind and turned into a completely uncontrollable madman.

Sometimes, she would feel deeply disgusted and helpless about her condition.

Lin Xuan didn't expect her to be so frank about her illness.

The hot water cup in his hand conveyed warmth, and seemed to also convey some kind of power. However, facing Ye Wanqing's frankness, he was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to respond.

Should he tell her that he already knew about it? Or should he ask about her condition with concern? He felt mixed emotions and ultimately chose to remain silent.

Ye Wanqing didn't expect Lin Xuan's answer. The reason she told him this secret was just that she hoped he could understand her situation better.

At this moment, a deep male voice broke the silence in the living room:

"Have you been to the doctor?"

Ye Wanqing raised her head and her eyes met Lin Xuan's. A hint of fragility flashed in her eyes:

"seen it already."

This was the first time she appeared so unsteady in front of Lin Xuan. She thought Lin Xuan would say something comforting, but he didn't.

He just took a sip of hot water and then changed the subject: "Can you teach me how to make mung bean cake?"

Ye Wanqing was slightly stunned and looked at him in confusion: "You——"

Lin Xuan smiled and explained, "You know that mother is greedy. The housekeeper said that the mung bean cakes sold outside are too sweet and bad for her health, and they are not as delicious as the ones you make. So I think learning from you is the best way."

He paused and continued, "Of course, I've never made mung bean cakes, so whether it's easy or not doesn't depend on you, but on me, the student."

Ye Wanqing didn't expect him to say that, and couldn't help but smile slightly: "Mung bean cake is actually not difficult to make."

Although she had tried to drive him away before on the grounds that Lin Xuan was accompanying Mrs. Lin, she knew in her heart that Lin Xuan's concern for her mother was unquestionable.

"Although I have never done it, it doesn't mean that I can definitely learn it." Lin Xuan smiled slightly, with a hint of mischief in his eyes.

Ye Wanqing rarely saw this side of him, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart:

"It's getting late today. If you're free, tell me in advance and I'll soak the beans. You can just come over."

Lin Xuan raised his eyebrows slightly: "Then thank you in advance."

It was rare for the two of them to get along so harmoniously. Ye Wanqing discovered that Lin Xuan was not as difficult to approach as she had imagined.

At this moment, the clock on the wall quietly pointed to 6:20, and the sky had completely darkened.

Just then, the doorbell downstairs suddenly rang, sounding particularly harsh in the quiet night.

Ye Wanqing was immersed in the tense atmosphere of the horror movie, and the sudden doorbell scared her so much that she trembled violently.

Lin Xuan seemed calm and composed: "It's Secretary Zhao, I'll go down and take a look."

Ye Wanqing gently stroked her chest, trying to calm her heartbeat, and reminded her with concern:

"Would you like to put on my coat? It's quite cold outside."

Lin Xuan shook his head gently: "No, I'm not cold."

As he spoke, he stood up and walked downstairs, his figure gradually disappearing at the corner of the stairs.

Ye Wanqing took a look at the horrifying scene on TV and finally pressed the pause button.