Song Zhen and his wife returned to the villa.
The house was empty and very quiet.
Song Zhen held her hand, gazing around. Without the children's noise or the elders' chatter, the rare silence made them both feel a bit unaccustomed.
Gu Xinzhou shook his arm and asked, "Song Zhen?"
Song Zhen regained his thoughts and smiled elegantly and indulgently, "What's up?"
Gu Xinzhou seemed a bit hesitant, looked at him, gathered some courage, and said, "I have something I want to discuss with you. Let's go to the room, and I'll tell you slowly, okay?"
Song Zhen: "Okay."
In the room.
Song Zhen lifted her and placed her on the bed. He sat at the bedside, massaging her leg.
Gu Xinzhou watched, feeling incredibly moved, but the words from a rival that day still echoed in her ear: There are no devoted children at the bedside of a long-sick parent, fleeting moments of emotion won't last long, what man can endure you over time?
