The room fell silent for a long time before Jiang Beichen slightly composed himself.
His hand twitched slightly, brushing against the letter beside him.
He paused, his gaze dropping to the letter, which was still perfectly preserved.
In the days of inconvenient communication over twenty years ago, people chose to send letters.
He slowly picked up the letters and opened the topmost one. The stationery was simple, white paper with black ink, and at the very top was a black swallow.
Wen Jun had always preferred simple things.
No matter what, simple and elegant was best!
The letter began with Madam Lu's name: "Mu Yao, it's April again. The blue Ying flowers in Jin City are beautiful and very hot. When the blue Ying flowers were at their most beautiful, Jiang Beichen came to see me and bought me a very pretty plaid shirt.
I remember you had the same one; it looked really nice on you."
Jiang Beichen remembered that time. He was still very poor then. After the divorce, he gathered the courage to give her a gift, and she didn't refuse.
That shirt, at nine yuan, was actually quite expensive for that era.
Many people's monthly wages were only a few yuan.
"Mu Yao, don't you think he's foolish? We've been divorced for many years, and he still sends me things and doesn't find a wife to live a proper life with.
Sometimes I wonder if he's waiting for me, but I can't go back anymore..."
There was an ellipsis here. Jiang Beichen paused. At that time, she had already made up her mind never to return to his side.
Below that were some fragmented bits of everyday conversation. Jiang Beichen read them one by one.
When he reached the last letter, his heart ached even more intensely!
"Mu Yao, I haven't been very happy this month. I'll come to see you next month.
Jiang Beichen has gone abroad. We've wasted over ten years, and he's getting better and better. That's great!
It's just a pity he doesn't have anyone warm and caring to accompany him.
Sometimes I think, our lives have been truly bitter, holding gentian in our mouths, yet we still have to live...
Mu Yao, I actually love him very much, but we can no longer be together.
Mu Yao, sometimes, I really wish Jiang Beichen would repay my suffering in this life with his next life..."
"Wuwuwu..." Jiang Beichen could no longer suppress his pain and cried out loud.
Every word in the letter struck Jiang Beichen's mind with a roaring sound, and his whole body ached terribly!
Only now did he truly understand how difficult it had been for Wen Jun in her youth.
His Wen Jun had suffered her whole life!
In the end, when she wanted to return to him, she had left him in such a way!
Jiang Shuo, Tan Wenbin, your deaths are not to be regretted!
Jiang Beichen stopped crying and stared blankly out the window.
The sunset was beautiful, but his heart was filled with endless desolation.
"Wen Jun, in the next life, I will find you and compensate you for the regrets of this life," he murmured to himself, looking out the window.
That night, Mu Jiuchen stood by the window, his gaze blank and filled with sorrow as he looked out at the night view, which was breathtakingly beautiful.
The room was unlit, and his silhouette could vaguely be seen, exuding loneliness.
Hidden by the night, in the darkness, humans are most vulnerable. At this moment, Mu Jiuchen yearned for that girl with clear, clean eyes and a gentle disposition.
It was only now that he realized that the woman named Jiang Nuan had already been indelibly etched into his heart.
Having experienced much in the business world, on that dark night, when he met her in the alley, a clean aura enveloped him.
His life had been full of darkness, and it had been a long time since he had encountered someone so pure and kind.
He had fallen for her that night, and for the next six years, he never stopped searching for her.
Thinking of this, Mu Jiuchen closed his eyes in pain, his mind filled with Jiang Nuan's every smile and frown. She didn't smile much, her gaze was calm when she looked at people, her speech unhurried, and every movement was perfectly beautiful!
His memories were deeply imprinted with her every word and deed, as well as her shy expressions.
"Knock, knock..."
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Mu Jiuchen's brow furrowed slightly, and he looked towards the door with a hint of displeasure. He didn't want anyone to disturb him at this moment.
"Knock, knock..."
Mu Jiuchen shifted his weight slightly and turned on the light.
When he opened the door, he saw Xiao Jinli standing outside.
"Baby, what's wrong?" Seeing that it was his son, Mu Jiuchen's expression instantly softened.
Jiang Shaoqing's big eyes were glistening with tears. He pursed his lips, and tears began to fall.
He had been quite happy when there were many people around during the day.
But when night fell, he became very scared, afraid that his mother would never return to him.
"Daddy, Yunyun is sick. Her forehead is so hot."
Mu Jiuchen was startled and took his son's small hand to his daughter's room.
In the room, Jiang Yukuo was taking care of his sister.
He was about to go to sleep but couldn't rest easy about his sister, so he sneaked in to check on her. He heard her murmuring for their mother in her sleep, and he felt a great deal of heartache. He walked in quickly and saw that Yunyun's forehead was covered in sweat and her whole body was burning hot, so he knew his sister was sick.
He then asked Xiao Jinli to call for their father.
Mu Jiuchen touched his daughter's forehead. It was very hot, and her little face was red. "What's going on? She was fine when she went to sleep just now!"
After Mu Jiuchen had been reunited with his children, they had all been well. This was the first time they had faced a child falling ill.
He didn't panic, only felt heartache. He called Lu Jincheng and asked him to come and take a look.
Lu Jincheng arrived within minutes.
Mu Jiuchen looked at him, his voice somewhat anxious: "Yunyun's whole body is burning, and she's been sweating profusely."
Lu Jincheng looked at him and said, "It's okay, don't worry. Let me see."
Lu Jincheng examined Yunyun and was startled to find her temperature was 39 degrees Celsius.
"Mu Jiuchen, quickly go get a basin of hot water. We'll start with physical cooling. I'll go prepare the saline and be back shortly."
Lu Jincheng spoke and, without waiting for Mu Jiuchen's reply, left the room directly.
Mu Jiuchen went to the bathroom to fetch hot water and then began to cool his daughter down physically.
"Mom... don't go, Mom..."
Mu Jiuchen's hand, holding the towel, suddenly froze. Looking at the tears in his daughter's eyes, he felt an intense heartache.
Jiang Yukuo and Jiang Shaoqing's tears immediately flowed. They rarely cried, but at this moment, hearing their sister's heartbreaking cries, the two brothers could no longer hold back.
Mu Jiuchen calmed his emotions and continued to cool his daughter down physically.
A few minutes later, Lu Jincheng returned with two bottles of saline, preparing to start the IV drip.
Jin Yan had also followed.
Seeing her two grandsons crying, she took the two children by the hand and sent them back to their room to rest. After comforting the two children for a while, Jin Yan returned to Yunyun's room after seeing them lying down.
"Jincheng, how is Yunyun?" Jin Yan asked nervously.
"Mom, it's okay. It's a fever caused by acclimatization. She'll be fine in about a week."
Compared to Modu, Jin City's weather was colder.