That's not right, it wasn't like this before.

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"Yiyang, Dad wants to talk to you."
On the eve of graduation, Chen Yiyang was in his room, preparing his things to take to school the next day. He opened a drawer and saw the red ribbon. After thinking for a moment, he stuffed it into his schoolbag.
A gentle voice suddenly called out, and his face immediately stiffened.
"Come here quickly, your father is waiting!"
Chen Yiyang walked slowly towards his mother's room with a taut face. Pushing open the door, he saw his mother sitting casually on the luxurious bed, holding a gilded microphone, her face beaming.
Although his mother was nearly forty, time seemed to have left few marks on her. She wore a wine-red silk nightgown that revealed her slender figure, her face delicate and beautiful, her large eyes sparkling. "Here, Dad knows it's your birthday today, so he called you specially!" She handed him the microphone.
He took it and listened silently to the stern breathing coming from the other end.
Chen Yiyang kept his lips tightly pressed together, and the other person remained silent. They stood facing each other in this silence. He knew very well that this was his father; no matter how insignificant or ridiculous the competition, he didn't want to lose.
"Come on, talk to Dad..." his mother urged with a smile. Chen Yiyang turned to look at her. Yes, she always wanted Dad to win...
It didn't matter; she always hoped Dad would win.
"Dad," he whispered.

"Hmm." The other person seemed satisfied with his submission before speaking in a deep voice, "You're fifteen now, aren't you? I heard you're graduating tomorrow?"
"Yes," Chen Yiyang's tone was flat.
He knew his mother wasn't his father's wife, so his father couldn't live with them. However, in their fifteen years of father-son relationship, he had only seen his father a handful of times, leading him to suspect that his father didn't truly care about him and his mother…
Yet, his mother remained devoted to his father, saying that as the son of a well-known entrepreneur, having a family was unavoidable, and that his father was actually very good to them. She even said that on the day she was about to give birth to him, his father, as a CEO, personally drove her to the hospital…
Chen Yiyang couldn't help but want to laugh, but his heart was filled with boundless desolation.
This was the only sweet memory his mother had cherished and talked about all these years. On his birthday, he wasn't the main character, nor was his mother. The man who happened to be driving was the main reason he would be remembered today.
He wasn't… not… No matter how much he wanted to be the most important person in someone else's heart, he would never be.
"I've already made arrangements," his father's stern voice came from the other end of the receiver. "You and your mother will board the plane in a bit. I've already arranged your courses here in America. I want you to receive the best education."
"Wait a bit…" Chen Yiyang's eyes narrowed.
"Is there a problem?"
"Tomorrow is graduation."
"There's no need to attend that boring ceremony." His father dismissed everything with a single sentence. "You don't need to pack your luggage. Someone will handle those things later. Just get ready. As soon as you arrive, the classes I've arranged for you will begin immediately."
After giving his instructions, he handed the phone back to his mother and silently left her bedroom. It turned out that his father's rare call was for this unexpected news.
Should he... notify Jiang Ke'er?
However, he realized he didn't have her phone number or address. Passing by the transparent floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, his chest heaved violently. He didn't take another step, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and habitually looked up at the sky.
His mother had once said that he and his father gave off the feeling of the sun, lonely and direct. If there were no clouds in the sky, the sunlight would be too harsh...
She wanted to be his father's cloud, so he had to find his own cloud. He
pursed his lips, a shadow of gloom flashing in Chen Yiyang's eyes. It seems he won't be able to keep his promise tomorrow. Now he can only hope that the cloud he once thought belonged to him won't foolishly wait for him, never to return.
"Ugh..."
Waking from his memories, Chen Yiyang blinked, trying to clear his vision. He saw the hospital he was in and felt the touch of the hospital bed beneath him... Sigh, it was all so many years ago, how come in his dream it felt like it just happened yesterday?
Later, once he arrived in America, his mind was completely filled with his succession training courses, leaving him no time to think about how to contact her. It wasn't until he went to study in Canada and happened to run into a classmate from back then that he heard the classmate say that on graduation day, the Jiang family's daughter really was waiting for him there. She didn't want to go home even after the ceremony ended, and only left the rooftop when someone told her he had already gone abroad…
The classmate told him this as a joke, teasing him about how he knew the Jiang family's daughter. He didn't answer, just brushed it off, hiding the heartache in his chest that felt like it was being squeezed tightly. From then on, he inquired about her from various sources… Finally, this year, he had the opportunity to come back. Finally, the time to make amends to her had arrived.
"Waaah…waaah…" Suddenly, Chen Yiyang heard the girl in the next bed, who had acted so strong and told her boyfriend to leave without worry, inexplicably start sobbing. He couldn't help but purse his lips.
Feeling a dull ache in his head from the crying, he frowned. If she had the guts to tell someone to leave, she shouldn't be crying here. Didn't she know she was disturbing his sleep?
"Jiang Ke'er, you...you must pull yourself together..."
Upon hearing this name, Chen Yiyang's arm, which was reaching out to press the nurse call button, suddenly froze in mid-air, his dark eyes widening in shock.
How could it be her?
Chen Yiyang took a deep breath, feeling as if someone had smashed an egg over his head, a chilling sensation spreading through his body, making his spine go cold. His
previously desolate left chest, however, gradually warmed up.
Four days later, Jiang Ke'er was finally discharged from the hospital.
She told the housekeeper, Li, who had been taking care of her for several days, to go back to the mansion to rest first, and she handled the discharge procedures herself.
From a young age, she had a private car to take her to and from school, and on weekends, a nanny would accompany her the whole time. Fearing that it might be dangerous for her to go to her classmates' houses, she simply invited all her classmates to her house for a birthday party. Usually, apart from going to school, she was always accompanied by someone, who cared for her from head to toe...
She was really tired of this pampered life as a young lady.
After finally graduating from university, she first refused to work at her father's company, insisting on finding a job herself.
After starting work, she met a boyfriend whose social circle was completely different from her previous one. She moved from home to a small apartment near her company, specifically instructing her parents not to hire a maid; she wanted to do everything herself. Finally, she had taken a small step towards the ordinary life she dreamed of.
She didn't want to give up now.
Jiang Ke'er leaned against the hospital counter, a low-key designer bag she'd used for years slung over her arm. She wore a simple t-shirt and jeans. Although not tall, she was slender and had a fresh, clean look. Her relaxed attire made her look several years younger than her actual age.
Putting her discharge papers and documents into her bag, she took out her phone, hesitating whether to call her boyfriend… Ah, she'd better wait until her break.
In the fiercely competitive advertising industry, their team had finally secured a pitch opportunity with Morning Star. Their superiors said that if they successfully took the project, Huai De would have a chance to be promoted to team leader…
This was an opportunity he had been dreaming of.
And so it became hers. As a good girlfriend, she felt it was her duty to help her boyfriend get what he wanted. So she worked tirelessly at the company, burning the midnight oil, her meals and sleep schedules irregular, until she fainted from stomach pain and was admitted to the hospital, where she discovered it was a mild stomach ulcer—
now she knew that no matter how hard she worked, she should still take good care of her health.
At 12:07, Jiang Ke'er stepped out of the hospital. Under the blazing sun, she felt a little dizzy and raised her arm, which wasn't carrying her bag, to shield her forehead, trying to see clearly.
"Hello?"
She pressed the phone button to call her boyfriend. He answered quickly, but his tone was a little hurried.
"Huai De, I'm discharged from the hospital..." Jiang Ke'er said slowly. The heated discussion of her team members reached her ears. Afraid that they wouldn't hear her, she raised her voice. "But you don't need to come over. The doctor said my condition is stable. I'm going home first. You can see if you want to come see me after work."
Huai De was a work-oriented person. As long as it was during working hours, don't even think about arguing with him about "which is more important, work or me." Usually, that would make her wish she had never asked the question...
Is this what mature love is?
Not checking up on each other all day long, not demanding that you be the other person's everything, knowing each other's past relationships without getting jealous and arguing...
Is this really mature?
Jiang Ke'er couldn't help but slump her shoulders. But for some reason, she still occasionally missed the early days of their relationship. She could call him a dozen times a day to ask where he was, and if she asked, "If two people fell into the sea, who would you save first?" and he answered that he'd save the other, she'd get a little upset. Even if they argued, they'd always make up in the end…
At some point, he had trained her to stop complaining to him.
Because he would say, "Why bother? Don't dwell on things that make you unhappy." Because he said he was too tired after work to argue. Because he said he liked his girlfriend to be more mature, and that keeping photos with his ex-girlfriend didn't mean anything…
Yes, she agreed to everything he said.
So she watched helplessly as his ex-girlfriend transferred to the team, watched them interact intimately and familiarly, and she even thoughtfully gave them space to reminisce, because she had grown up.
"Okay, sorry, I can't make it," Zhang Huaide's tone became apologetic. His girlfriend was hospitalized because of his case, and he didn't have time to take care of her. Now that she's being discharged, it's really not right for him to let her go home alone. But the previously stalled progress on the draft was being discussed and revised because someone suggested a good idea, so he couldn't put down his work. "I'll call you back later."
Jiang Ke'er nodded obediently. "Okay." She pressed the end button.
The call ended two minutes and fifteen seconds later... She could hardly remember when the last time they talked on the phone for more than an hour was.
She blinked her slightly sore eyes, took a breath, and turned to look around. She was about to walk out of the narrow alley next to the hospital to the main street to hail a taxi—
"Miss."
Suddenly, a dark shadow enveloped her, bringing a cool sensation. Jiang Ke'er took a small step back, squinted, and stared at the tall figure standing against the light.
"...Who?"
"You dropped something." The man was holding her health insurance card, which she had accidentally dropped when she took out her phone.
Jiang Ke'er exclaimed "Ah!" and smiled, nodding to him. "Thank you." The sunlight shone directly on his profile, and she stared at him, her lips slightly parted in surprise.
"...Chen Yiyang?" Her eyelashes fluttered in disbelief. "You're Chen Yiyang?"
She wasn't mistaken; he looked almost exactly the same, only a size bigger. But his calm expression didn't seem to indicate he remembered her.
Undeterred, Jiang Ke'er circled him, noticing a bandaged wound on the back of his head. "How did you get hurt?"
He looked down at her, and after a long pause, finally answered, "I was in a car accident."
"...Do you remember me?" Jiang Ke'er asked cautiously.
Hearing this, Chen Yiyang fell into thought. How should he answer? If he said he remembered, what if she brought up what happened back then? How would he explain and apologize now? If he said he didn't remember, wouldn't that be lying to her?
"You don't remember?" Jiang Ke'er mistook his silence for silence, her face changed drastically, she covered her mouth with her hands to stop herself from screaming, and her bag fell to the ground with a thud.
Oh no!
Chen Yiyang has lost his memory!
Jiang Ke'er stared at him in astonishment. "What happened to you?"
He still didn't answer. She tapped her head; he must be just as confused as she was.
Seeing him all alone, Jiang Ke'er looked around, but no one was with him… She really should leave, but the thought of leaving him here alone made her extremely uneasy.
"Chen Yiyang," she patted his shoulder, "I'm not a bad person, I'm a friend you've known before, come with me, okay?"
Chen Yiyang stared at her.
For a moment, Jiang Ke'er thought she saw that boy with the always sharp eyes from before, but that familiar gaze vanished in an instant.
His sharply defined lips uttered a soft reply, "Okay."
"This is the bathroom—"
"This is my room," Jiang Ke'er led Chen Yiyang around in the long, narrow space. "Sorry, it's small, you'll have to sleep in the living room, but that sofa bed is very comfortable." She pointed to the dark sofa against the wall and chuckled, "Sometimes I fall asleep watching TV there…" So she could guarantee the quality of the bed; it was definitely comfortable.
"Did you decorate this yourself?" Chen Yiyang carefully observed her small apartment. The space was small but cleverly designed, just like her—though not particularly meticulous, she occasionally noticed thoughtful touches.
"Hmm… Huai De also gives some advice." Jiang Ke'er scratched her head. Like that dark sofa—he complained that she always left crumbs while eating and wouldn't let her buy a white one, saying that way, even if it got dirty accidentally, it wouldn't be noticeable. Huai
De's words always made sense, and she couldn't argue with them, so even though he didn't come to this apartment often, she still chose his preferred color.
"Is something wrong?" After following her around the house, Chen Yiyang noticed that Jiang Ke'er seemed to be in a hurry to do something, so he slightly stepped aside to make way for her.
"Oh," Jiang Ke'er smiled at him and explained, "I suddenly had an idea for a case and I need to write it down. Um... make yourself at home here!"
Jiang Ke'er had considered telling Huai De first. She had brought a male friend from the past to live with her, but he didn't visit her often, and he had been busy with work lately, practically treating the company as his second home. It didn't seem appropriate to bother him with such a small matter at this time.
Anyway, she and Chen Yiyang didn't have anything going on, and even if they lived together, they would just be roommates. She would just wait until Huai De had time to introduce them.
She stepped aside to walk past the path he had made. Chen Yiyang's eyes darkened as he watched her small head pass by his chest. Her black hair was fluffy and cute.
None of the girls he had met in America were as petite and gentle as her. Although they all had their own charm, he still preferred girls like her.
Chen Yiyang lowered his gaze, coughed lightly, and turned his face away.
The image of her in his memory seemed to have suddenly grown up; she was no longer simply a small, smiling figure, but had begun to radiate the gentle charm of a mature woman…
Suddenly
, his thoughts were drawn to a sound coming from the living room. He saw Jiang Ke'er with a large notebook of design drafts spread out, bent over, writing. Her slender body was huddled between the sofa and the small coffee table. The notebook in front of her was almost larger than the coffee table, its edges trembling. She pressed it down with her arms, her back bent, her expression unusually serious, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, her small lips pursed, but her eyes focused and bright, inexplicably stirring a wave of emotion within him…
Chen Yiyang narrowed his eyes, a smile playing on his lips. This long-awaited reunion with this land, the only thing that seemed unchanged was her.
Seeing her focused expression, he quietly left the room, closing the door behind him.
"Phew." Chen Yiyang leaned against the door, glancing at his watch—hmm, it seems he'd start making it up to her by taking care of her.
He went downstairs, asked for directions to the nearest supermarket, and bought groceries, thinking that since she'd just been discharged from the hospital, her stomach needed nourishing food. Half an hour later, he returned to the apartment, went straight into the kitchen, and quietly began chopping and washing the ingredients.
Looking into the living room, Jiang Ke'er was still sitting there, oblivious, her posture unchanged, only occasionally putting down her pen to scratch her face, or resting her chin on her hand, frowning in thought.
"Jiang Ke'er."
And so, she scribbled in the living room while he cooked in the kitchen, neither disturbing the other for a short while. Then, Chen Yiyang, carrying a tray, walked to Jiang Ke'er's side and softly called her name.
"...Uh?" Jiang Ke'er looked up abruptly, her eyes blank. After a moment, as if remembering why someone was there, she sighed, "What is it?"
"I prepared afternoon tea for you. Take a rest."
"I don't need to rest," Jiang Ke'er waved her hand, but then suddenly remembered that this was probably why she had been hospitalized with a stomachache. Thinking about how she had been busy with her discharge today and hadn't eaten anything at noon—"Okay, okay, leave it there. I'll eat it when I have an appetite."
"No appetite?" Chen Yiyang made as much space as possible on the small coffee table, placed a tray on it, and put down a bowl of cold porridge on it. The porridge was glossy and looked quite appealing.
"Hmm, I was thinking about this resort hotel's advertisement..." Jiang Ke'er sighed wearily, pushed aside her notebook, leaned back, and rubbed her sore temples.
"The client wants it to convey the feel of an urban hotel while emphasizing its connection to the shopping mall, so they plan to create an introductory brochure to be displayed in the mall. But the brochure is much more detailed than the print ads, and we also need to combine it with the style of the print ads which only use one main word... It's so difficult!"
She thought and thought, her initial idea being revised two or three times, leading to another new one. After the old one was overturned, the new copywriting began to be revised two, three, and four times, endlessly.
"...The pressure is too much, I can't come up with any good ideas."
Jiang Ke'er looked up at Chen Yiyang's serious expression with a bitter face. "Then what should I do? I can't relax even when I'm eating..."
Chen Yiyang pursed his lips, thought for a moment, took a few steps back, and stood in a more open area of the living room, saying, "Come here."
His gesture of beckoning to her was very dashing, and Jiang Ke'er got up in a daze and walked over to stand in front of him.
"Close your eyes."
He commanded in a gentle voice. Jiang Ke'er said "Oh," and subconsciously closed her eyes. After a couple of seconds, she suddenly opened them again. "Huh, why?" And what was he going to do?
Chen Yiyang glanced at her and said calmly, "This is a relaxation method. Didn't you want to think of some ideas?"
This was a secret taught to them by a stress management course teacher in America.
"Oh..." Jiang Ke'er nodded and obediently closed her eyes again.
Chen Yiyang suppressed the smile that suddenly welled up in his eyes and said seriously, "Now take a deep breath and ask your body what it wants to do."
"Huh?" Jiang Ke'er opened one eye and peeked at him. What kind of strange method was this?
"Close your eyes." His tone, though not stern, was straightforward and had an inexplicable power to command. Jiang Ke'er immediately closed her eyes tightly.
Suddenly, she felt a cool breeze blowing in from the window, brushing against her cheek, and making a whistling sound in her ears. The touch was so gentle…
She had been misunderstanding all along; it wasn't the summer wind.
Not all summer winds were so stifling and unbearable, forcing her to close the windows and turn on the air conditioning. This breeze, blowing in the unseen darkness, actually made her senses sharper and more acute.
“Ask your body what it wants to do?”
Chen Yiyang’s low, gentle voice, like the night sky, fell on her ear. She repeated his question as if possessed: What does my body want to do now?
Unexpectedly, an impulse spread from deep within, slowly rising, drilling into her heart, making her imagination run wild, and making her want to suppress it with all her might.
“What’s wrong?” Noticing that something was slightly off about her, Chen Yiyang leaned closer and asked.
Jiang Ke’er opened her eyes, looked at his questioning gaze, and shook her head.
“You can do whatever you want,” he coaxed gently.
Jiang Ke'er looked at him, pursed her lips, and finally answered, "I...want to hug someone."
He blinked and asked, "Who?"
She looked away and whispered, "...Huai De."
Her boyfriend was ambitious, busy, and had many other important things to do. She would never be his number one priority, so she couldn't cry and say she needed him...well, she couldn't be so willful.
Chen Yiyang saw her turn her face away, hiding her vulnerable expression. He didn't mock her, or even laugh, but just stared at her seriously.
Then, he slightly opened his arms.
"I'm not him, but if you're willing, you can borrow my embrace."
After saying that, he didn't move, maintaining the same posture, intentionally or unintentionally waiting for her next reaction.
Jiang Ke'er hesitated for a moment, then finally closed her eyes as if making up her mind, carefully and slowly approached him, and stretched out her arms to hug him.
Chen Yiyang was stunned by the strength of her embrace. He looked down at her, her small head buried in his chest, afraid to look up. A sudden surge of pity welled up in his heart. He sighed softly and gave her the widest embrace in return.
She hugged him tighter and tighter, and Chen Yiyang could only slowly increase the strength of his hold, wanting her to feel that he was there, that she wasn't alone... that he was willing to be her most sincere friend, to be her support whenever she was hurt.
After a moment, Jiang Ke'er took a breath, stepped out of his embrace, and stood an arm's length away from him, the two of them facing each other. "...Thank you." Pretending it was the hug she wanted seemed to have a little effect.
Chen Yiyang tried his best to hide the sudden sense of loss that rose in his body after she stepped away, shrugged, and gave her a harmless smile.
"Do you have an appetite?"
Jiang Ke'er lowered her eyes and touched her stomach. "Hmm, I think I can." Releasing some of the emotions that had been building up for so long seemed to give her more strength to move forward.
She sat cross-legged at the coffee table, sweeping away all the sketchbooks on it—actually, she just haphazardly swept them all onto the sofa, making room for Chen Yiyang to move the tray in front of him.
"What's this?"
She leaned closer to look… It looked like porridge, but it wasn't steaming hot. The colors were vibrant, and the combination was clever, making one want to take a big gulp.
"Radish and pumpkin cold porridge." It was perfect for girls to eat in the hot summer, as it could replenish their energy.
"Wow!" Taking the spoon Chen Yiyang handed her, Jiang Ke'er scooped up a mouthful and swallowed, her eyes crinkling with laughter. "I didn't expect that even though you have amnesia, your cooking skills are still so good!"
He smiled at her, without replying, and bent down to tidy up the sketchbooks she had scattered all over the sofa, as well as the scattered photocopies, reference materials, and various color charts, sorting them out one by one and putting them back in their correct places.
As Jiang Ke'er ate the sweet, cold porridge, she looked at his strong and muscular profile... Oh dear, why does it suddenly feel so good to be taken care of!

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