Gu Lanshan folded the clothes and put them in the box. When sealing the box with tape, Gu Lanshan thought of the scar on Sheng Shi's back and shoulder. She blinked and tilted her head in thought. Could it be that the scar on his back was caused by the scar?
Are the scars caused by wearing this shirt?
This shirt was from the prime of life. When did it happen? Why doesn’t she remember it?
Maybe at that time, maybe she wasn't that familiar with him?
Gu Lanshan stood up from the ground and looked around at the clothes she had sorted out. She thought that tomorrow was her and Shengshi's wedding anniversary and she should ask him out. Thinking of this, Gu Lanshan picked up her mobile phone and sat down.
On the sofa, thinking about how to write a text message.
...
Monday was inevitably a bit busy at work, but Shengshi still asked his secretary to cancel all his afternoon schedule at noon.
He didn't go for lunch and sat alone in the office smoking.
He extinguished a cigarette butt in his hand in the ashtray, closed his eyes slightly, as if he was irritated, then suddenly sat up straight, grabbed the cigarette case from the desk, took out a cigarette, lit it, and held it in his mouth
In his mouth, he puffed out the clouds in big mouthfuls.
He held a lighter in his other hand and kept opening and extinguishing it. His dark eyes stared at the flames coming out of the lighter in silence.
He seemed to have encountered a particularly difficult problem and struggled to make a decision. From time to time he raised his hand and twirled his hair.
He just repeated these actions until he smoked up a pack of cigarettes. Then he threw the lighter on the table in annoyance.
He raised his hand to support his forehead. Thinking of Gu Lanshan's initiative and softness last night, he let out an increasingly uncomfortable breath.
He didn't know why she did that. To be honest, he was a little shaken.
He originally wanted to give her a good wedding anniversary gift - a divorce agreement - on his and her wedding anniversary tomorrow.
Let her go free.
However, her initiative defeated his hard-earned determination to keep her tied to him selfishly.
What should he do?
To let go, or not to let go?
Shengshi slowly closed his eyes, and in his mind came the woman lying in a pool of blood, the woman squatting and crying on the streets of Beijing, and the cheerful woman with a ponytail and a smile.
All kinds of women were floating chaotically in his mind.
After a long time, Sheng Shicai raised his head, his eyes were very red. He slowly picked up the mobile phone beside him and wrote a text message slowly, "Tomorrow at eight o'clock in the evening, I will send the driver to pick you up and let's have a meal together.