"I'm sorry, Xiao Ai." He kissed her ear: "Forgive me for being such a bastard? I'm not good enough, so I let you
You have suffered so many grievances, have I disappointed you?"
"Why didn't you call me when you were injured? Why didn't you know to call me when you were bullied in the hospital?
Why are you on the phone and running to Toronto alone? Your legs are injured and you are still restless. What do you plan to do if I don't find you?
Do you want to fend for yourself alone in our home in Toronto? What a fool. It is so unbearable. Do you know that I am full of
The world is looking for you, but I will go crazy if I can’t find you.”
Xiao Ai couldn't believe it. She didn't know whether she was in hell or heaven. She always felt
It was so unreal, Wu Bai had not spoken to her like this for a long, long time, and then a question suddenly occurred to her: "Child
...The child...five hundred, our child...I can't keep the child..."
As she spoke, her voice became choked intermittently, she twitched, and started crying.
Wubai wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes time and time again: "Don't cry, the child is still in your belly, I will protect you both, don't cry, leave everything to me, I won't let anything happen to our child,
Xiao Ai, believe me, you should know how powerful your five hundred is. I said I would protect you two, and I will definitely protect you both!"
Xiao Ai just cried, just cried, cried for a long time, and said: "I left the most important thing at your house."
"What?" Wubai didn't know what she meant by saying this out of nowhere.
Xiao Ai wiped her tears: "The red box, I was in a hurry when I moved out and forgot to take it."
"Idiot, I won't let you move out. I will take you home when you get better. It's your home and mine, that's our home." Wubai felt sad, listening to her words, his heart ached.
"Go and get it for me, please." Xiao Ai said with red eyes.
Wu Bai frowned: "Now?"
She nodded heavily: "I have something important that I need to do now. Can you go get it?"
Wu Bai couldn't do anything to her, so he called someone to come and look at her, and then drove home to look for the box she mentioned. In fact, he saw that box often and had been with her for many years, but she never allowed herself to touch it. It was mysterious.
Yes, like her baby.
When Wubai got the box, he didn't rush to the hospital. Instead, he packed a few pieces of her clothes and his own clothes. He decided to stay in the hospital that night, so he packed some daily necessities.
I packed a big bag and put the box inside.
Before closing the zipper, Wubai pondered for a moment, opened the box and took a look at what was inside.
There are three books in the box, some tickets for some tourist attractions, some plane tickets, movie tickets, concert tickets, and all kinds of bits and pieces.
Wubai flipped through it, and there was a red notebook. He had some memories of it, and it seemed that he had bought it for her. He opened the notebook, and it was densely packed with words, handwriting, and her notes.
Turning over the first page, there are four words neatly written on it - memory of love!
Turning to the second page, there are short conversations one by one.
After turning through many pages, I was able to identify that those conversations were the content of their usual text messages.
She actually copied all the text messages the two of them had sent over the years, and copied them into this thick book.