"You told him to take his medicine, saying that I would be distressed if I knew he was ill."
"But Zhouzhou asked why I never visited him, not even allowing him to dream of me once! He said I must hate him because he didn’t come to see me for the last time!"
"He also said he wasn’t a good child, that I regretted having a child like him and that I didn’t want him anymore!"
Ye Wanwan grew increasingly upset as she spoke, even feeling somewhat wronged, "I don’t know why he never dreamt of me, but I don’t blame him, nor have I abandoned him!"
"I never wanted him to feel such guilt after my death, but he can’t hear me speaking, he can’t hear anything!"
She had truly believed that without her, they would have a chance to start over, that without her, the constant hysterical madwoman, they would indeed have a good life.
Little did she expect that the last face-to-face meeting they missed would become Zhouzhou’s emotional scar, as well as Shen Yi’s.
"I know you don’t blame him, so I told him to live well, otherwise, you would be sad if you saw him," Shen Yi said with a hoarse voice.
He didn’t know if Ye Wanwan had just had a common nightmare, or if she had really returned to her past life and witnessed everything.
After all, such incidents had occurred many times in their past life, and Zhouzhou had always lived with guilt.
Even knowing that Zhouzhou wouldn’t believe it, he still comforted Zhouzhou every time.
But Shen Yi couldn’t comfort himself the same way; he always felt that Wanwan wouldn’t blame Zhouzhou but resented him!
"Did Zhouzhou get better later?" Ye Wanwan asked, sobbing.
Pressing his lips together, under Ye Wanwan’s teary, blurry gaze, Shen Yi raised the corners of his mouth in a faint smile and then nodded at her, "Mhm, he took his medicine and recovered quickly."
"Did he still feel guilty afterward? Is he living well?" Ye Wanwan continued to ask.
Shen Yi nodded again, "He’s living well. Although he still blamed himself at first, as time passed, he gradually began to let go."
"Really?" Ye Wanwan sniffed hard.
"Yes, it’s true." Shen Yi’s pale face bore a gentle smile, and his words were so certain.
Ye Wanwan blinked, her lashes wet with tears blurring her vision. She gazed at Shen Yi and after a while asked softly, "And you?"
In that moment, Shen Yi’s heart felt as though it had been violently struck, causing him pain so intense it nearly took his breath away.
Clamping down on his teeth, sweat even beading on his forehead, he still managed to smile fondly at Ye Wanwan and nodded at her.
"I’m also doing well, going to and from work on time, eating well, and resting well," Shen Yi said earnestly.
Ye Wanwan looked at Shen Yi for a long time before turning her head, her tears sliding down again, but she bit her lower lip hard, refusing to let herself cry out loud.
She knew that Shen Yi must be lying to her; he simply wasn’t telling the truth.
Seeing Ye Wanwan crying again, Shen Yi leaned forward, knowing full well that she might get angry, yet he still reached out and embraced her.
How could they possibly be happy without her?
Shen Yi held the trembling, crying Ye Wanwan, his palm resting on the back of her head, comforting her.