From the guest room to the master bedroom wasn’t a long distance, yet both had their own intricate thoughts.
The door was gently pushed open, Fu Shihan cradling her as he entered and set her on the bed under the moonlight, then turned on the bedside lamp.
The dim light instantly lit up the space before them, Su Wanxin sat on the bed, surveying her surroundings, her gaze ultimately landing on the eye-catching wall.
Those photos were still there, just as they had been the first time she came.
The last time she visited, she viewed them from a different angle and hadn’t come to the side of the bed. Seeing them now with her own eyes, she felt a warm feeling quickly spreading through her body, enveloping her.
He really woke up every morning with her as the first sight he sees.
Su Wanxin stared intently at the photos, while Fu Shihan studied her just as intently, observing her reactions. Only after confirming there was no disgust or resistance in her eyes did his heart finally settle.
"Are you scared?" His voice was husky as he asked, seeing her shake her head repeatedly, he smiled, "You’re not afraid I’m some kind of pervert, who won’t be able to stand it one day, binding you up and hiding you away?"
"Why do you have so many pictures of me?"
Fu Shihan: "I don’t know."
Just like he didn’t know why he had completely and utterly forgotten about her.
Fu Shihan: "Not just these, there are many more."
Su Wanxin’s eyes widened in surprise: "More?"
"Yes." Fu Shihan confessed, "I own quite a few houses, and it’s the same in every one of them. I don’t even know where all these photos come from, they are so many that..."
They nearly filled his entire world.
He once doubted whether those houses were really his or someone else’s. Or perhaps, he wondered if he was under some spell, to be so obsessively fixated on one woman.
"So many that I suspect I am like a photo printer."
Fu Shihan laughed self-deprecatingly, in a teasing tone. Although this might sound funny, Su Wanxin felt somewhat distressed hearing it.
She tilted her head, quietly looking at him. Ever since she saw these photos for the first time, she wanted to ask how much he really liked her.
"Don’t you have anything you want to tell me?" Su Wanxin clenched her fist slightly, quietly asking him.
"I do." Fu Shihan thought for a moment, nodding in admission: "If, one day, you recall our past before I do, remember to tell me."
He lifted his hand gently brushing her cheek.
"If I ever accidentally hurt you, don’t leave, stay and give me a chance to make it up."
Su Wanxin’s eyes teared up, he slowly leaned in and kissed the corner of her mouth.
"You probably can’t guess how much I like you."
She couldn’t guess that for her, he was willing to gamble all he had. Not just her, even he hadn’t anticipated before reaching this point, that he would be willing to give his money to someone else.
People often called him a crook, cursed him as inhumane, and not without reason.
He, as a person, would take whatever he wanted, and if that thing was in someone else’s hands, he’d snatch it and then throw it away when he no longer cared.
Even with his closest friends like Lu Ci, in business, he hardly ever showed mercy.
Business was all about snatching for oneself, skill against skill, and nobody held grudges over such matters.
But towards her, he felt anything was fine.
Just don’t leave, I’ll give you anything.