Locking away my heart and love! Going back to 2000 to be a top student again.

Xu Su slept for a long time. It was dark around her, and she was very tired.

My limbs felt like they were bound, I couldn't even move my fingers, and my eyelids were so heavy I couldn't open them.

It felt like being paralyzed by a ghost.

She recalled the various stories of sleep paralysis she heard when she was a child living with her maternal grandmother in the countryside.

A chill ran down my spine, and I used all my strength to open my eyes.

The first thing you see is a man with a stubble beard and graying temples, whose face is somewhat familiar.

The moment their eyes met, neither of them spoke.

After a few moments of silence, Xu Su blinked and asked in confusion, "Zhou Mochen? How come you've aged so much?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the man who had been standing by the bedside looking down at her suddenly changed his blank expression. He pounced on her, pressed her down on the bed, and hugged her tightly.

His stubble-covered chin stung her neck, and Xu Su nudged his shoulder: "Why don't you go shave? It hurts."

The muscles under her palm stiffened, as if she had sensed something, and Xu Su looked around the room.

The room was spacious and bright, but apart from the carpet, there wasn't even a small sofa, coffee table, or dressing table.

A desk was placed in a corner near the window…

This is her 'wedding room', and the desk there is exactly the same as the one she saw in her dream.

Xu Su stared blankly...

Memories began to return; she took a bullet for Xi Zirong, and then…

She... is back?

Go back to Zhou Mochen's side when he's thirty-five?

Zhou Mochen, whose stubble was being complained about, lifted his face, stared at her for a long while, and then said, "...Su Su?"

“…Hmm.” Xu Su looked at the 'old man' in front of her with mixed feelings. How could such a handsome guy have ruined himself like this?

Perhaps stung by her gaze, Zhou Mochen hurriedly released her, straightened up, and was about to leave when he turned back to look at her after taking only two steps. He said cautiously, "Don't sleep yet. I'll go call the doctor to come in and check on you... okay?"

"..." The man's flustered and cautious appearance made Xu Su's feelings even more complicated. She beckoned with her finger: "Come here."

Zhou Mochen obediently walked over, still looking dejected, tired, and old.

To be honest, all she could remember from the past few years was him in his early twenties, full of vigor and vitality. This old and haggard man in front of her held no appeal for Xu Su whatsoever.

But she still felt inexplicably soft-hearted, and she kept telling herself that the two Zhou Mochens should be treated separately.

Don't take your anger out on others! Don't take your anger out on others!

The Zhou Mochen who went berserk and shot at Xi Zirong is not the one in front of you!

This looks like it would break at the slightest touch; it can't withstand any more of her handling!

Xu Su grasped the man's hand and breathed a sigh of relief.

The hands are still the same beautiful hands, and the person might still be worth keeping if things are taken care of.

It's not that old...

The man who took her hand was slightly taken aback, then decisively gripped it back, leaning down to look at her with concern: "Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

Xu Su looked at the face magnified in front of her; the man's eyes were bloodshot. She asked, "How long have I been asleep?"

“…One hundred and twelve days.” Zhou Mochen wanted to lean down and kiss her, but then turned his face away and gently took her hand: “Be good, I’ll go call the doctor to give you a full check-up. Don’t fall asleep.”

After saying that, Zhou Mochen quickly walked to the door, opened it, and went out.

Less than a minute later, he returned, followed by seven or eight people in white coats.

Xu Su cooperated well with their inspection and answered all their questions.

After all the procedures, apart from some test results taking time, the current conclusion is that she is very healthy, except for the normal phenomenon of muscle weakness caused by sleeping too long.

She was well cared for while in a coma, and her muscle weakness improved significantly in a short period of time.

At least getting up won't be a problem.

Zhou Mochen listened to the whole thing from the side, his pursed lips slowly relaxing. Seeing that she was about to get up, he quickly came over and pressed her down: "Don't move."

"I want to wash my face and brush my teeth," Xu Su thought, feeling uncomfortable after lying in bed for almost four months and wanting to clean herself.

"Okay, I'll carry you there." Zhou Mochen picked him up by the waist and headed straight for the bathroom.

Xu Su originally wanted to take a shower, but after Zhou Mochen placed her next to the sink, he didn't leave.

Instead, he started shaving himself...

After many years of marriage, this was the first time the two had stood together, one brushing his teeth and washing his face, the other shaving.

Their eyes met occasionally, and Zhou Mochen's gaze still held a hint of bewilderment...

Until Xu Su gave him a disgruntled glance, her expression so vivid that Zhou Mochen's eyes welled up with tears.

It's not a dream, this is not a dream...

She really woke up.

Xu Su was not unfamiliar with Zhou Mochen's tendency to cry on cue, but she was still taken aback at this moment.

How come... even a 35-year-old is like this?

She remembered that he had cried before... but he wasn't such a crybaby...

Before Xu Su could even wipe the water off her face, the man in front of her grabbed her waist and hugged her tightly again.

Before I could react, a hand appeared on the back of my head, and a kiss followed.

what…

It's the same old formula; he still kisses her at the drop of a hat.

Since he looked alright after shaving, I decided to kiss him.

Xu Su thought to herself with a touch of pride, but in reality, she felt an overwhelming tenderness for him.

She really came back, she really came back…

Thankfully, he's still holding on. He's getting old, but at least he's still alive.

Xu Su grasped his collar, raised her chin to receive all that he offered, and slowly opened her lips in response.

After a brief moment of stiffness, the man's hand, which had been on the back of her head, moved to the back of her neck, gently kneading it, and the kiss deepened...

To be honest, this kiss was the first kiss they ever shared that was mutually affectionate.

Xu Su didn't know what Zhou Mochen was thinking, but she felt a pang of sadness and wanted to cry.

She regretted why she had tormented this man for the past ten years or so.

After the kiss ended, Zhou Mochen's eyes were filled with a deep, lustful look mixed with a hint of doubt.

Before she could ask a question, Xu Su pressed her finger to his lips and whispered, "Just consider it me being moved by you. During the time I was unconscious, I was able to see what you did, and I was touched by you."

The room was silent. Zhou Mochen lowered his eyes and didn't speak, unsure whether he believed it or not.

He carried Xu Su out of the room and downstairs.

Several people were waiting in the hall, and when they saw Zhou Mochen come down, they quickly bowed and greeted him.

Zhou Mochen hummed in agreement, and without stopping, carried Xu Su into a room.

He helped her sit on the bench, and then sat opposite her. They were so close that he could reach out and hold her hand.

The people in the hall followed him in, walked behind Zhou Mochen, and began…

Dyeing your hair?

Xu Su stared wide-eyed as she watched Zhou Mochen's hair, which had turned mostly white, return to its jet-black color.

His gaze remained fixed on her. Seeing her like this, he tightened his grip on her hand and said softly, "Your hair will grow back. It won't always be white. And... I'm not old."

Xu Su: "..."