For Zhuang Yibo, this night was not that difficult.

As early as the first day she arrived at this house, she knew that it would come sooner or later. She had done all her psychological construction early in the morning. Now, she finally waited for another boot to land. Although it was painful, she felt relieved.

When things cannot take the initiative, things will develop in the expectation, which is probably a kind of luck. At least you don’t have to endure the torture and fear that day and night. At least, you can make people feel a little direction.

But she still couldn't help curling herself up, wishing she could tighten her tighter and tighter a little more.

However, she shrank a little, and Shin Wangjin helped her open a little. Finally, in the midst of repeated entanglement and tearing, she fell into boundless darkness...

...

The next day, when Zhuang Yibo opened his eyes, it was already bright.

She was the only one on the bed, and there was no other movement in the room.

Shen Wangjin is not here.

She lay there quietly, and after a long time, she finally sat up little by little, got up and walked into the bathroom.

After filling a tank of hot water, she soaked herself in, put her head on the edge of the bathtub, and slowly closed her eyes.

In the swaying mist, her mind gradually became dizzy, but she suddenly woke up when she noticed a completely different temperature.

When I opened my eyes, I didn't know when Shen Wangjin appeared. I sat on the edge of the bathtub and looked at her, my fingers slowly passing through her neck.

"I thought you would sleep a little longer," Shin Wangjin said, "Aren't you okay today?"

She just responded softly, and said nothing else. She turned her head slightly, and her underwater body couldn't help but curl up slightly.

Under the rippling water waves, Shin Wangjin saw every move of her eyes without any hesitation.

With a "wow", Zhuang Yibo stood up from the water and grabbed the bathrobe next to him and was about to wrap it up, but he suddenly took it into his arms from behind.

She was still wet all over, and the bath towel was unfolded, but it was just covering her body, futile and unnecessary.

Shin Wangjin's trousers and shirt were instantly wet, but he didn't care, so he hugged her and slowly slid into the bathtub.

...

It was noon that Zhuang Yibo finally walked out of the room and went downstairs.

The servant had already prepared a sumptuous meal. When he saw her going downstairs, he smiled happily.

Two minutes later, Shin Wangjin also went downstairs. The two sat on the same table as usual to eat. It seemed no different, but Shin Wangjin's mood and condition were obviously much better than before. Not only did he add more rice, but when he found that Zhuang Yibo's appetite was still not very good, he didn't change his face, just said, "Just eat this little?"

"Yeah." Zhuang Yibo replied softly, "I'm full."

Shin Wangjin didn't say much, just said, "Drink another bowl of soup?"

So Zhuang Yibo cooperated and drank another bowl of soup.

After dinner, Shen Wangjin started to do his business again, while Zhuang Yibo returned to her room. Soon after, he played the piano again.

At around two o'clock, the servant brought her tea, but when she saw that she was still the same as those days, she couldn't help but feel a little stunned.

She didn't understand music, nor did she know if the cello needed to be practiced so diligently, but she still felt that when Zhuang Yibo was practicing the piano, she seemed to be not practicing. Looking at her state, she seemed to be more like being in a daze, and playing the piano was just a stylized movement.

"Miss Zhuang, Mr. Shen is back. You can find something else to do." The servant couldn't help but say to her carefully, "Will it disturb Mr. Shen if he always plays the violin like this?"

After a while, Zhuang Yibo recovered and turned to look at her and said, "What did you say just now?"

The servant then repeated what he had just said. After hearing this, Zhuang Yibo just smiled faintly, and then said, "Looking at Mr. Shen's condition, do you seem to have been disturbed?"

The servant recalled the way he looked when he gave Shen Wangjin coffee before, and it did not seem to be disturbed, but instead he was vaguely happy.

"It turns out that Miss Zhuang is giving a speech for Mr. Shen." The servant said quickly, "No wonder Mr. Shen likes listening so much..."

Zhuang Yibo's eyes fell into the distance outside the window with a little dazed look, but he smiled unconsciously again after hearing this.

"Yes," she said, "the canary in the cage just needs to stay in the cage and sing to make the owner happy. Where do you need to do anything else?"

The servant was startled and hurriedly said, "How could that be? Mr. Shen just wants Miss Zhuang to be happy..."

As she said this, Zhuang Yibo turned a deaf ear to him and lowered his head and started another song.

The servant didn't dare to say anything more and quietly retreated.

That night, Shen Wangjin was still spending his time in Zhuang Yibo's room.

In the next few days, except for the Huo family, Zhuang Yibo stayed in the villa for the rest of the time, playing the violin and playing music every day, as if there was nothing else to do.

But under such circumstances, Shen Wangjin seemed to be getting better and better day by day, and he did not return to his room for many days.

After all, she hadn't experienced much such things, and she was always physically weak and exhausted, but she didn't say anything.

Unexpectedly, Shen Ruiwen first made an opinion on Shen Wangjin and expressed his concerns: "Mr. Shen, you have been very busy since you came back from the UK. If you have time, you still need to take more peace of mind."

Hearing this, Shin Wangjin slowly raised his head to look at him, "What do you want to say?"

"Although the results of this examination are optimistic, it is still within the five-year observation period..." Shen Ruiwen said, "Nothing is more important than the body. The doctor has also told you about daily recuperation, but... it is not advisable to overwork."

Shen Wangjin curled his lips and then said, "Don't worry, I still know this. I cherish the life I finally snatched back from the God of Death."

After hearing this, Shen Ruiwen couldn't persuade him any more.

After all, after coming back this time, Shen Wangjin's condition improved much better with the naked eye. The examination results are certainly one hand, but on the other hand, after a long period of restraint, they finally got what they wanted, which may be the main reason.

only……

Shen Ruiwen remembered Zhuang Yibo's state, but another layer of worry faintly arose in his heart.

A week after returning, Shen Wangjin finally took time out and took Zhuang Yibo to the dealer's appointment with the dealer.
Chapter completed!