She wrung out a hot towel and gently wiped away the messy tears on my face.

I tightly held her wrist, turned it over, and looked at it against the light.

There were several scars on it.

Liu Yinong choked for a moment.

I stood up, reached out to unbutton her clothes, and only opened two buttons of her shirt to reveal the twisted scars on her collarbone and shoulders.

Tears streamed down, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

But she held my fingers.

I forcefully shook off her hand and tremblingly wanted to continue unbuttoning.

Then I heard her say, "Don't look."

An indescribable sourness swept through my heart and reached my eyes. I disregarded everything and threw myself at her, lowered my head, and searched for her lips.

With force, I kissed her deeply.

Liu Yinong suddenly widened her eyes.

She tried to push me away, but I wouldn't let her.

Something tripped us under our feet, and we both fell onto the bed together.

In that moment of falling, she protected my head, afraid that I would hit it.

I released her wrist, lowered my head, and kissed her.

Soft and warm, the Liu Yinong in my memory was now right beside me.

I don't know how long passed, slowly, she started responding to me.

The ceiling light shone in her deep lake-like eyes, as if there were flickering flames.

She covered my eyes with her hand and kissed me even more deeply.

Years of suffering, heartbreak, and even despair all melted away in the fiery embrace and kisses.

Tears slowly flowed from the corners of my eyes. It turns out that even in moments of happiness, people can shed tears.

I caressed her neck and lifted her dress.

I felt many scars.

She froze.

Then, in the next second, Liu Yinong let go of me and sat up.

Her chest still rose and fell due to her emotions, but she reached out and slapped herself hard.

"Yi Zhou," her voice hoarse, "I'll send you back. Today is your wedding."