[Beautiful wives and concubines for you to enjoy] (29-30) [Author: Red Lotus Jade Dew]

Author: Honglian Yulu
Word Count: 24116

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(Twenty-Nine) Diary (One)

December 20, 2007, Thursday, Sunny

I decided to record every day from now on. Although I will be staying here for a long time, it is my responsibility
and my duty.

The hospital in Hokkaido is on a mountain. There are not many people here, and few people come, which is suitable for my husband to recuperate. But
I still prepared the computer, after all, I need to contact home. Although they basically disagree, who cares!

The doctor's diagnosis has its reasons, but I believe that my husband and I can get through it. Although he
can only , he will definitely wake up!

We arrived at the hospital in the afternoon. We planned to have stir-fried spinach for dinner, but they didn't have it here. The weather was very cold, but fortunately
the heating in the house was very strong.

Dinner was cafeteria food, the taste wasn't to my liking, I don't like sashimi, but the crab was quite good, after all,
Mr. Sun invested money here.

Before going to bed, I wrote down everything that happened during the day in chronological order.

December 21, 2007, Friday, Sunny.

Breakfast was sashimi, why do Japanese people like sashimi so much? I almost threw up

. I forgot to write yesterday, my husband can eat solid food, I chewed it up and fed it to him. Hehe, kissing!

I dried myself off, then did some joint exercises. The doctor taught me, I brought the booklet. Luckily, my Japanese
is already fluent, I speak very fast.

The hospital nurses didn't recommend I stay here, I yelled at them.

I stared blankly at my husband's face all morning, because I only saw my man for the first time two weeks ago, I couldn't get enough
of looking at him.

Lunch was the same old dishes, I didn't like them, only the crab was palatable.

Oh, my stir-fried spinach...

But I'll still feed my husband mouth-to-mouth, so sweet! This afternoon I took him for a walk in the yard;
the doctor said he needs more sunshine.

We got back at 3 pm, then snuggled into his bed and hugged him. He's so warm. Maybe I shouldn't sleep
in ?

Before turning off the lights, I decided it's better to sleep separately. My husband should sleep with me, not the other way around. I'll
think about it when I wake up!

Okay, my sister will laugh at me.

Saturday, December 22, 2007, light rain

. I hate rain.

If it weren't for that rain, none of this would have happened! I'm

in a bad mood, but I didn't overthink things while wiping my husband's body. It's a pity we can't go to the yard today
.

The doctor said the bandages can be removed in another week, but it will take a while for his hair to grow back. Hmm,
my husband looks like a monk now; I'm looking forward to a bald husband.

Suddenly, I thought, if it rains or snows and I can't go for a walk with my husband, should I read a book?

The doctor also said that spending more time reading with my husband will help his recovery!

My husband needs to pee again, his little penis is so fun, catheterization is interesting too. Oh, right, my husband also needs
to poop. Ugh...stinky~ The doctor said that the color of poop can indicate a patient's health condition,
but unfortunately I'm not a medical student. However, the doctor said my husband's health is relatively good.

Sunday, December 23, 2007, Cloudy.

After a terrible breakfast, I took my husband to the yard before it rained. It couldn't be for too long,
but it was necessary. Even without the sun, at least we should immerse ourselves in nature!

Uncle Hao called at noon.

I've collected several pairs of underwear; I'll do the laundry this afternoon. I'll buy some underwear for my husband tomorrow down the mountain, although it's not really
necessary. But at least I can be lazy and not have to wash his clothes so frequently.

The clothes are hung up to dry; I'd better make a teru teru bozu (a traditional Japanese doll).

After dinner, I did some rehabilitation exercises with my husband, and then helped the nanny clean the corridor. There weren't many people at the hospital,
so we should take care of each other. Monday,

December 24, 2007: Cloudy, no sunshine.

Looks like the clothes won't dry today. I wiped my husband down and massaged his arms and legs. "

We need to keep his muscles active, otherwise they'll atrophy," the doctor said.

I have to go down the mountain to buy clothes this morning. The mountain road isn't easy to walk on. Should I buy a bicycle? The nurse
said I'm too young and it's dangerous for me to ride. I'll think about it.

Seven pairs of underwear for my husband, seven pairs a week. Hehe, now I have a reason to pull down his pants every day! Wahahaha!

Uncle Hao called again this afternoon; he's planning to come over.

Nothing much to do in the evening, just staring at my husband's face. So handsome! Kisses! Finished writing in
my diary before bed!

Tuesday, December 25, 2007: Sunny turning to heavy snow

! The weather finally cleared up, and the clothes are dry. Folded them and put them in the closet, including mine, of course.

Pulling down pants, changing underwear! Wahahaha, bouncy jj!

I kissed him, and it tasted a little salty. Oops… I didn't wipe properly after he peed.

I want to eat stir-fried spinach…

I went down the mountain again this morning. It's winter, and the weather forecast says it will snow tomorrow, so I need to buy my husband another padded jacket.
What if he gets dirty wearing just one?

It started snowing early; it was snowing when we came back. I forgot my hat, and my ears are a little cold; my face is chilly
.

Hmm, my husband looks so handsome in his new padded jacket. Pushing him around the yard, he looks so energetic!

Should I buy two hats when I have time? Padded, black ones that absorb light and heat?

The snow got heavier tonight, so I asked the nurse to prepare some cotton wadding for me. The windows are double-glazed; I'll stuff it in the middle
to keep warm .

Tuesday, December 25, 2007.

After eating sashimi in the heavy snow, I gave my husband a massage! Hmm, I should buy a massage book! Study hard and improve every day!

The doctor said the stitches can be removed the day after tomorrow; I'm looking forward to seeing my husband bald. Hehe, by the way, I haven't
really seen my husband with hair yet. Tsk tsk~ I can't skip studying, I guess I'll flip through my textbooks today.
Math today, Chinese tomorrow!

The snow is pretty thick; the nurse provided hats, and my husband, my wife, and I built a snowman in the yard. So
much snow, such a big snowman! Hehe, but I still need to get my husband back inside quickly.

Oh, right, it's Christmas today!

Tuesday, December 26, 2007 (Cloudy

) Uncle Hao came over. He tried to persuade me to go home, but I refused.

There was no place for him at the hospital, so he left an hour later.

I stared at my husband's face all morning and forgot to study.

My sister sent me an email; she was also concerned about my husband's condition, and I gave her a detailed report. Report~
Hehe , such formal language~

Tuesday, December 27, 2007 (Cloudy)

Finally, the stitches were removed! I finally saw my bald husband! Hehe, he looks so cute, kisses~
My sister was also concerned about my husband's condition, so I reported to her again~ Oh, report~ Sir! Reporting to you~!

I drew six circles on my husband's forehead with a pencil, hehe, like Ikkyu-san~ The package arrived too, a massage book
, perfect for trying it out on my husband. I press! I touch! I press! I touch! I touch! I touch again!

I touch, touch, touch! Haha, my husband's penis has gotten bigger!

My body feels a little warm, is this what it feels like?

By the way, am I teasing him?

Teasing my husband, the monk, or Ikkyu-san?

Haha, I'm so happy today! I ate three servings of sashimi in one go!

It seems I haven't been writing in my diary much these past two days?

December 28, 2007, Wednesday, Sunny

. Namo Amitabha, Allah, Shiva, Amen. Finally, it's sunny! But it's a bit cold; the New Year
is coming soon.

I'm now thirteen years old (by the traditional Chinese age reckoning)!

Right, how do you calculate age (by the traditional Chinese age reckoning) again? Oh well, whatever!

It's indeed exceptionally cold today because the snow has actually melted a bit. Taking my husband for a walk is still necessary, but
there's a lot of mud on the ground, and my shoes got dirty. I'll help the cleaning lady clean up; I've been busy all afternoon.

Trying to learn massage! My husband's leg hair is a bit long; there are twenty-three hairs longer than two centimeters, and
forty-two hairs between one and two centimeters.

Okay, I made that number up.

December 29, 2007, Thursday, Sunny.

After giving my husband a massage, I went down the mountain again. I bought the poetry collection and will read it to him. He
definitely won't understand it, but I couldn't find a Chinese one! It's just a small town; I'm lucky to even be able to buy a poetry collection!

But poetry is poetry, it's really a tongue twister. But it's okay, I have plenty of time. I read five poems to my husband
this afternoon, so tiring! Time for water and a nap!

At four o'clock this afternoon, the boiler room broke down, and the heating went out. It's so cold, I added an extra
blanket The repairman won't be here until tomorrow, so we're sharing a blanket again. This ballpoint pen refill is half used
; after all, I don't just use a pen for writing in my diary!

December 30, 2007, Friday, cloudy turning overcast .

I caught a cold. It wasn't that the blanket wasn't covering me properly, I just didn't squeeze in. I blew my nose, put on a mask, and wiped my husband's body.
Luckily, the hospital gave me some cold medicine. Did I forget to write the punctuation?

It's really unlucky to have this happen at the end of the year. The repairman arrived at ten in the morning. He wouldn't let me watch, but he gave me
a piece of candy. Delicious, so sweet, time to kiss my husband.

My sister came to check on me and asked me to give my regards to my husband. But she's typing a little slowly today,
is she tired? I miss my sister, even though her cooking is terrible.

Seriously, really terrible, only stir-fried spinach is edible because it doesn't need much seasoning. But even
so, she still manages to burn it once in ten times. Stir-fried spinach, burned!?

My sister always asks how my husband is when we chat, so thoughtful~ It's four o'clock this afternoon, guessing
what to have for ?

Staring blankly at my husband's face~ Oh right, I forgot to write, the boiler was fixed at noon, fixed, fixed,
fixed , so warm, so warm, so warm!

But I still have to sleep with my husband tonight! Yay!

Friday, December 31, 2007, cloudy turning overcast

. Tomorrow is New Year's Day. Japan doesn't have a Lunar New Year, but they care a lot about it. The nurse suggested I go to the shrine to pray for
my husband , good idea, I'll leave tomorrow!

This morning I read five poems to my husband again.

Seems like my diary entries are getting simpler and simpler? Hmm, probably because there are so many things to remember and I can't keep track of them all.

Hmm, this sentence was written at 10 AM, I'll take my husband for a walk a second later, and then write it down.

Ugh~ Damn it, I forgot to write it right away after we got back and ate. Hmm, now I'll write this: while walking,
I saw the nurse's dog, named Tomoya, it kept circling around us!

This afternoon I'll trim my husband's fingernails; his toenails can wait. Haircut time, here we go!

Done! A classic American soldier's haircut, so handsome! Okay, I won't admit that this is the only way I can cut hair;
some people can even shave their heads!

I need a haircut too, it's down to my shoulder blades.

Ah, the nurse said that's called scapula, not shoulder bone. Okay, she was speaking Japanese, I looked it up in the dictionary
before writing down the three Chinese characters for scapula. Husband, do you know that the Japanese word for scapula is also scapula?

Right, then why did I even look it up in the dictionary!?

*Facepalm* Chinese characters are scapulae, Japanese characters are scapulae, they're different!

I'm such a pig-brain today.

Monday, January 1, 2008, heavy snow,

New Year's Day is here! Went to the shrine to pray for my husband, wishing him a speedy recovery and good health. Also prayed for my sister
, wishing her to be elected as the most beautiful courtesan, bringing glory to the family. Praied for my mother, wishing her good health and all the best.

It snowed heavily today. There's an old Chinese saying, "Snowy days foretell a bountiful year," hoping everything goes smoothly.

Oh no, I misspelled a word.

I need to quickly mail some Chinese textbooks from China to study; I've been neglecting my studies all these years living in Japan.

Called Grandpa Sun; it's his 80th birthday this year, a gift is necessary.

My husband is almost 17 by the Chinese age reckoning, four years older than me.

...

Thursday, June 12, 2008, sunny.

Today is my 13th birthday. Unconsciously, I've been living here for half a year already.
The lilies are in full bloom; I watered them as usual this morning. My husband is sleeping soundly; I wonder what he's dreaming about.

Today I sprinkled rose petals in the basin, but I filled it with a little too much water. After wiping my husband down, I used
the rest to wash my face and brush my teeth—making good use of the water.

My sister rarely video chats with me; she's getting more and more beautiful, she'll definitely be the most beautiful woman ever. However, I
always feel that my sister is more interested in my husband than me; after wishing me a happy birthday, she asked about him again.

Am I overthinking it?

Uncle Hao also wished me a happy birthday, and Mom's face was beaming with joy.

Aunt Fujimura and I made the cake together; since there weren't many patients needing care right now, my
husband celebrated our birthdays happily together. Aunt Fujimura sang "Happy Birthday" in her awkward Chinese accent, which was quite amusing.

We're running low on mosquito repellent; I'll spray it on my husband tonight and buy some more tomorrow.

June 13, 2008, Friday

, Sunny. It's been a sunny week, and today's weather is also warm. We haven't finished the rose petals, and the body wash still
smells the same.

Tomoya is circling my husband's and my wheelchairs again. Aunt Fujimura said the name has a story behind it;
it comes from "Memories of Autumn." Haha, Auntie's almost forty and still doing that?

It's warmer today than yesterday, so we'll stay outside a bit longer. Peng wants to climb onto my husband's lap,
but I stopped him and he keeps barking.

This afternoon is poetry reading time; we're almost finished with Natsume Soseki's, maybe we should read it one more time.

It wasn't my imagination; when we recited the seventh poem today, my husband's lips twitched. It was a smile, it had to be
a smile.

This is the first time I've cried in over six months.

Saturday, June 14, 2008, Sunny

. It seems even the heavens were happy, so the sky remained clear. The doctor said my
consistent poetry recitation over the past six months has indeed been effective; he hopes I can continue.

Of course.

However, my sister is sick. She can't eat, has no appetite. It must be because she's been working too hard lately. I wish her all
the best.

Perhaps it's because I've been praying so much. Although I don't belong to any particular sect, I guess I am a person of faith?

Shintoism?

Things are really all happening at once; I suddenly started bleeding this afternoon. I've grown up. Hehe, sanitary napkins ready!

Aunt Fujimura provided me with many blood-tonifying medicinal meals; I only just realized she actually knows about this. I'm very grateful.

I feel much better after eating them, although theoretically it should be psychological, since it can't happen that quickly.

By the way, I heard the club offers techniques to regulate menstruation; my sister must be able to get some too.

Sunday, June 15, 2008, Cloudy.

I guess the weather finally changed today? I'm getting tired of sunny days; the
clouds quite interesting. Today I used lily petals to clean myself and trimmed my husband's toenails. One
nail almost tore into the skin, so I used some red Zhang-style scissors to cut it off.

By the way, my husband is growing up too; he's seventeen now. Hehe, his private parts are getting bigger and bigger,
making my face turn red. I'll definitely be very happy marrying him! My sister is still sick, but
she's much better today. Knowing I got my first period, she happily congratulated me and told me in detail about precautions
. She talked for two whole hours, but I was very happy.

I put a little too much wasabi in the seafood soup tonight; it was so spicy, but the big crab was really delicious. Hmm,
eating some seafood at this time should be okay, as long as I avoid it a little.

Monday, June 16, 2008, Cloudy

. I don't know if it's because I ate too much seafood, but I feel a little weak, but it's not
a big .

My husband's fingers twitch every now and then. This is the third week now, so it seems his recovery
is just around the corner. He's getting a "big massage" every day, of course, a normal one. But today I felt
a bit weak, so it took a little extra effort.

My sister said she's going to be in the final stages of basic conditioning in the next few days, so she won't be contacting me for now. I wish
her all the best and happiness every day.

The lilies by the bed need watering again. Half a pot of water, the way the water pours out looks like a rainbow, so beautiful.

Same angle as last time, this time it took thirty-seven seconds to empty the pot.

Besides writing in my diary, I also plan to write some poetry, but it's a long road ahead. Hmm, this sentence is copied from the *Li Sao*
, I can barely understand it…

Tuesday, June 17, 2008, light rain

. It's going to rain again. I didn't go out today, I did some dehumidification work on the ward. I did a simple cleaning
and found the empty pen refills under the bed. The tempura was delicious today, but by the
time I fed it to my husband, there wasn't much flavor left, what a pity.

Although the toxins remaining in my brain have long been cleared, the human brain is, after all, the most mysterious organ. Sigh, why
am I so unlucky? One slip-up, one leak—all the bad things happened to my husband.

I slept naked with my husband today, and we both felt a little excited. He
wrote that after getting out of bed last night, not because I was in the middle of

a rainy Wednesday, June 18, 2008

, which ruined my appetite. Today we had soy sauce fried rice. Seriously,
couldn't have added some sashimi or something? It was all salty, and then it was all rice.

My sister is going to compete for the title of courtesan on her birthday. After so much basic training, she's going to lose her virginity. I
feel strange; I feel like my sister isn't really looking forward to it.

This afternoon, my husband's arm suddenly moved. His whole arm! I cried with joy and wasted three sheets of paper.

The doctor said it was all thanks to me, maybe so. I just wanted to be with him.

Jesus, Mary, thank you!

I sleep holding him; I rarely lie in my own bed anymore.

Thursday, June 19, 2008, Sunny

. It felt so good to wake up to a bright sunny day. I immediately opened the window to let in some fresh air.

...

My sister's training rights were auctioned off. I wonder
what ? I can't quite describe her feelings; it's a very tough job. But that's
the meaning of my sister's birth, and I can only keep wishing her well.

My meaning is to always be by my husband's side.

Speaking of which, my husband has never seen what I look like, and he's never even said a word to me.

I was in a car accident before we first met, and even now, thinking about it still makes me so sad. What bad luck!
But he's recovering now. I hope he'll recover safely soon.

My hair has grown a bit long again, but I can cut it into a buzz cut now. Hehe.

...

Thursday, August 21, 2008, Sunny.

After so long, my sister contacted me again. The first auction has ended, but she is very...
It was popular, so it was bought again. This time it took longer, and the buyer offered a high price. It seems
everyone else is quite dissatisfied. Hmph, let them be dissatisfied, I'm charming!

Since I've reached a certain age, I sometimes fantasize about what it would be like to train someone, which has made it
hard for me to sleep lately. I looked in the mirror, and sure enough, I have dark circles under my eyes.

Yesterday was my first time masturbating, and it felt really good, no wonder…

Husband, I love you…

Friday, August 22, 2008,

Sunny. It's exceptionally warm today, and I can always hear birds and cicadas chirping outside the window. Of course, it's like this every day. I
love living here; it's quiet, beautiful, peaceful, and safe, like a paradise.

I massaged my husband's back for ten minutes, then rubbed it. Although he's always indoors, his skin
is still quite dark. Aunt Fujimura said it's called bronze, I don't understand, isn't it just dark?

Dark, that word is so troublesome to write. Dark… Oh dear, why did I only think of that word now? According to Sister Hao, many guests almost caused a scene and were quite unhappy

because the second auction came so quickly and lasted so long . However, rules are rules, and no one can break them. Saturday, August 23, 2008: Cloudy. It suddenly became cloudy, with clouds everywhere. I wondered if it was going to rain. Today, I took an umbrella and went for a walk with my husband, but it didn't rain. Watching him every day, I'm increasingly feeling the difference brought on by this second period of growth. Hmm… I don't remember if it's called a second period or something, I'll ask Aunt Fujimura later. Ah, it's called secondary sexual characteristics or something. Anyway, I'm always thinking wildly, what will our wedding be like? Sunday, August 24, 2008: Cloudy. Still cloudy, no rain yet, so I brought an umbrella again for nothing. I spaced out while watering the flowers; I definitely prefer lilies to peonies. I wonder what flowers Sister Hao likes, I'll ask her later. Sister Hao had time to chat with me today, but she told me she doesn't like flowers. She also asked how my husband is doing, and after I gave her the truth, she was very pleased. I miss my sister, and I want to eat her stir-fried spinach. Mine tastes better than hers, but it's not hers. I'm hungry, I'll stop writing now and go eat dinner. Monday, August 25, 2008: Super Torrential Downpour! I told you it would rain! But this is too heavy! You can't see anything three meters outside the window. Good heavens! Prepare for dampness, close the windows, and even took out the winter quilts. Absolutely no leaving the house today, no one! Sleeping soundly with my husband, I forgot to study again. Tuesday, August 26, 2008: Sunny! It's sunny today, but yesterday's rain was really heavy. I just remembered, yesterday was Monday! First day back at work and such heavy rain, the office workers must have been so annoyed! I 'm so wrong, so wrong. I just finished writing this and saw the news, the rain only fell nearby, didn't affect many commuters. Uh, am I being regretful? Hehe! Luckily, my lilies didn't get wet. I hope my husband doesn't get pollen allergies? Wednesday, August 27, 2008, Sunny. Practicing singing. Anyway, the hospital isn't big and there aren't many people, so no one cares if I sing off-key. But Aunt Fujimura said that with my terrible voice, my husband might wake up suddenly and spank me! Hey, that's a good thing, right? I sang for my sister, ten seconds… and then she actually turned off the video! Turned off the video! That's a slap in the face, a blatant slap in the face! I hate sisters! Thursday, August 28, 2008, Cloudy turning overcast . Continuing to practice singing diligently, that stinky sister actually turned off my video. Finally, even Aunt Fujimura couldn't stand it anymore. Okay , fine, I won't sing anymore, okay? But whether my voice is as melodious as a lark's or terrible, my husband is still fast asleep… What will his voice sound like when he speaks? I hate my husband, he never makes me a selfie or anything like that before . I'll pry open his mouth and carefully examine his uvula. Friday, August 29, 2008: Cloudy. The weather forecast said tomorrow would be sunny. I heard that forecasts in China are often inaccurate, but thankfully they're reliable here. My husband's underwear tore; strangely, he didn't even have a chance to rub it. I took a stroll down the mountain today and saw some little boys in town catching bugs . They even greeted me when they saw me. They already had three rhinoceros beetles in their bamboo cages—amazing! They must be elementary school students, wearing matching hats. Saturday, August 30, 2008: Sunny. I added two more lilies to the lilies by my bedside. Although it's almost autumn, even the flowers in the flowerbed outside are blooming beautifully. Pengye has had an upset stomach recently. Although this isn't a vet clinic, the doctors and nurses here are very skilled , so he'll be fine. I checked the dog food; everything seems fine. Strange, did he eat my clipped fingernails ? Hehe~ The younger brother from the Li family added me as a friend, but I don't know him well, so I don't want to chat with him. That kid seems quite lecherous; I guess I should stay away from him. It was a bit hot, and my husband was sweating a little, so I wiped him clean. However, while connecting the catheter , a sparrow suddenly flew in because the window wasn't closed properly, which startled me. The sparrow wasn't afraid of people, so I fed it some biscuits, which it loved. I loved them too; they're my favorite biscuits. Sunday, August 31, 2008, Sunny. Last night I had a dream that my husband and I made love. When I woke up, I found myself wet. Looks like I've really grown up. Yes, I'm already thirteen, which is about time. By Chinese New Year, I'll be fourteen (by the traditional Chinese age reckoning). Normal girls would be in the second year of junior high by then, right? Hmm, many second-year junior high girls in Japan are even in relationships, and they can get married at sixteen. I'm so envious! I wish I could be like that… My sister hasn't contacted me recently; I wonder how she's doing. She didn't tell me how long she , and Uncle Hao said he didn't know either. Something felt off because Uncle Hao's voice was very deep. Maybe it was just my imagination, after all, it was an international call.

I miss my sister, I want to eat the stir-fried spinach she makes for me.

September 1, 2008, Monday, Sunny.

Today should be the first day of school in China, haha, but it's a Monday, I bet many students are quite
annoyed . There's a middle school in the small town at the foot of the mountain, I occasionally see them when I go grocery shopping. Even though it's a small place, their
school uniforms are so nice.

Today, while feeding my husband, I coughed and sprayed him in the face. Luckily, it wasn't liquid in my mouth
, otherwise it would have been a real hassle to clean.

Then, I realized I had a fever. But it's okay, this is a hospital!

Then, Aunt Fujimura scolded me. I got a fever because I kicked off the covers last night, and she told me to take better
care of myself, and of course, to avoid passing it on to my husband. So, I put on a mask and temporarily avoided getting
close to him.

Aunt Fujimura cooked dinner for me, I hope she didn't feed me by mouth too?

September 2, 2008, Tuesday, Cloudy.

My cold is much better, although Japan doesn't have Banlangen (a traditional Chinese medicine), the fever medication is quite strong. However,
Aunt Fujimura still won't let me get close to my husband. She's right, so I'll stay in bed.

My eyesight isn't very good, and I keep feeling sleepy, so the previous paragraph and this line aren't written very well.

My arms are weak, so I'll write less in my diary today.

September 3, 2008, Wednesday, Light Rain

. I'm really sick, 39 degrees Celsius, and my aunt took me to the next ward.

Don't cry, I'll see my husband again when I get better!

I hate rain.

Sleep.

September 4, 2008, Thursday, Light

Rain. The rain just won't stop, it's so annoying.

I opened my eyes and it was already nine o'clock, and my head still feels terrible.

Cold.

I'm still cold even after taking medicine.

Three blankets.

I miss my husband, even though he's in the next room.

I miss my sister.

September 5, 2008, Friday, Light Rain

. The kids back home must be very happy today, it's their first weekend after school starts. I feel

a little better, but my fever is still around 38 degrees Celsius. No news from my sister, and my phone fell to the ground
.

My arms are sore, and I feel nauseous.

Why won't I get better?

Saturday, September 6, 2008. Cloudy and

the temperature dropped, thankfully so did mine. This morning I measured just over 38 degrees Celsius. I'm not so nauseous anymore,
but I really want to eat stir-fried spinach.

I had porridge for lunch; Aunt Fujimura can now cook some of my favorite things. But
wouldn't a salted duck egg be even better?

My sister hasn't been online lately, I can't reach her, and I can't reach Uncle Hao either.

Something feels off, I'm panicking.

I looked at my husband through the window in the door for a while, but I can't stand for too long, so I
went back .

My arm isn't very sore today, so I can write more grammatical errors in my diary. Oh well, I won't waste my time,
haha .

Saturday, September 6, 2008.

Moderate rain…why is it raining again? Why is it raining so hard on me?

But my fever has definitely gone down, which is great! I can go back to my husband's side. Kiss~ By the way,
did Aunt Fujimura secretly feed my husband with her mouth? No way, my husband's kisses are mine!

Okay, Aunt Fujimura spanked me, saying I was being naughty right after recovering from my illness.

Humph~ But even though I'm better, I still need to improve my diet. Aunt Fujimura said I
haven't been , and then I got a fever from kicking off the covers. She made me a lot of meat, saying that
staying indoors all the time means I'm not getting enough exercise, so I need to at least get more protein.

Won't I gain weight?

And then my husband wakes up and sees a chubby little girl as his wife?

Will he still want me?!

Aunt Fujimura, you really are trying to steal my husband!

I'm not eating!

I got spanked again…

…

November 14, 2008, Friday, Sunny.

I was stunned because my sister is pregnant.

My mind is a mess; I really don't know what to do. This child can't be saved;
the outcome completely predictable. My sister's expression keeps flashing back in my head; my heart aches so much.

How could this happen? A courtesan's period has a fixed date; which customer was so cruel?

Normally doing it would be fine, but how could I let my sister get pregnant?!

I have absolutely no appetite today, even Aunt Fujimura noticed that I was acting strangely.
I can't tell anyone about this, not even my husband. He's been sleeping the whole time, wouldn't it be terrible if he got a bad
influence ?

I called home, but Uncle Hao couldn't do anything, because that's the rule, and the rule is above all else.

Saturday, November 15, 2008, Sunny .

I contacted my sister again today, she didn't look well, I wonder what happened to her yesterday.

It's been a month, and my lower abdomen still looks perfectly flat. But I know there's something that shouldn't be there
. My sister is obviously pretending to be calm, which makes me very conflicted. Comforting her might make
her feel better, but at the same time, she also needs to pretend everything's fine to comfort me, is that okay?

Husband, what should I do? I'm

in a bad mood today, I keep overthinking. I fell while walking with my husband in the garden and scraped my knee
.

I ate three steaks for dinner.

Sunday, November 16, 2008. Sunny.

The weather is starting to get cooler again, or rather, it's actually been cool for a while, but I only feel particularly cold today.

It's been a year since I came to Hokkaido. Staying by my husband's side all this time, haven't I lost
a lot in the process?

My sister wasn't online today, but I had a good chat with Sister Hao.
The person who took the picture of my sister is surnamed Zeng, a senior member of the club. Although his position isn't very high, he's been
a member for many years, so he can't just do things secretly.

I know that, and besides, since my sister is already pregnant,
what ? This baby definitely can't be saved, and my sister will be heartbroken for a long time.

At lunch, I stuffed two more pieces of steak into my mouth, and I got diarrhea in the afternoon.

Honey, wake up!

Monday, November 17, 2008. It's cloudy

and overcast. Is it going to snow?

I still have diarrhea.

It's time to buy winter clothes again. I gave last year's cotton-padded coat to a child down the mountain; the cotton was enough
for his mother to sew two sets for him.

It actually snowed this afternoon. Oh well, let's not change the weather. The snow wasn't heavy,
and it wasn't particularly cold. My husband and I stayed in the yard for a while.

My sister is in Guangdong now; she'll probably be very interested in seeing snow. I took some pictures of the snow scene and
sent . My sister did smile; she seemed much happier.

The wind got a bit strong at night, so I stuffed cotton strips into the windows again. It's about time for this.

I had diarrhea again before going to bed.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008.

Heavy snow! Everything outside is white, and it's still snowing. The snowflakes are huge! I ran outside and took
several pictures; my sister said they were beautiful.

As long as my sister is happy, that's all that matters. However, I still feel a little heavy-hearted. Heaven knows
what happened before she contacted me.

Sigh, what else could it be? What's wrong with my head?

Aunt Fujimura saw my diary draft. She didn't peek, but suggested I put
everything ; leaving things piled up in the cupboard might cause insect infestation.

My husband's brainwaves have been quite active lately; it seems he's recovering well. I've replaced my Japanese poetry collection with
Homer's epics. Foreign languages are indeed difficult to learn, but once you learn them, it'll be fine.

I took my medicine, and my stomach hasn't upset again for now.

I wonder what the next Winter Olympics will be like.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008:

Cloudy. The snow stopped, and I took my husband to the yard. So much snow! It's a pity we couldn't build a
snowman together. But I built one myself—a huge snowman, almost as tall as me!

Takagi came to see me today. He was wearing a small padded jacket made from my husband's old cotton-padded coat; he looked quite nice.
The mountain road was difficult to walk on, and he's just a child, so it was really hard for him to bring me this second wave of thank-you gifts. Honestly, it's just
a cotton-padded coat, why give me so many rice cakes?

But I don't seem that old, right? Hehe~ Hmm, the way he looked at my husband was a bit unfriendly,
could it be he sees him as a rival? Haha, I say, Takagi, you're only seven or eight years old, okay?

Husband, don't be jealous~

Thursday, November 20, 2008, the light snow

started again, showing no sign of stopping. This winter's first snow is really long,
it keeps snowing after just one day of sunshine, the farmers must be happy.

The flowerpot by the bedside has been replaced with plum blossoms, only they can still bloom proudly at this time of year. So, for quite a while
to come , my husband will only be able to be wiped down with rose water, so monotonous…

Suddenly I remembered Shelley's "Ode to the West Wind," if winter comes, can spring be far behind? I often sit by
the bed to my husband, so…

husband, wake up!

Friday, November 21, 2008: Moderate to heavy snow.

My goodness, this snow just won't stop! When will it ever end? We can't go out again.
Everything's white, but it's interesting to look at from the window and door. Heavy snow! This isn't Siberia,
is it?

I've truly experienced winter in Hokkaido.

The heating is working well today; it's warm inside, I can even wear short sleeves. Well, of course,
this is a hospital ward! What if something happens to the patient because of the heating?

So, when I massaged my husband today, I simply stripped him naked!

I got wet, really…

Saturday, November 22, 2008: Moderate snow

. Okay, I'm speechless about this endless snow, I'll just ignore it.

Since that's the case, I'll postpone Homer's epics for now and recite the Ode to the West Wind to my husband!

Ah~ Winter comes, can spring be far behind?!

For those who don't understand romance, this is utter nonsense!

Sister, this is also for you, wishing you peace.

Sunday, November 23, 2008, Cloudy.

Well, at least it didn't snow today, but I wonder if it will snow again. This morning I found the windowsill
a bit dirty. The water for washing the rag was so cold, and I didn't wring it out properly, so the windowsill wasn't wiped very well. The heating is quite warm,
though; after all, I can't let my husband suffer.

Suddenly I realized steak is quite delicious, but I can't eat
it all the time, since this is a hospital. I was just lucky last time I got to eat it. Hmm, I'm actually a little craving it. Will I become a little fatso?

While mopping the hallway, I found Tomoya wandering around listlessly. Is it heartbroken?

Hehe, spring is still a long way off. After mopping, since Aunt Fujimura was busy, I gave Tomoya
a bath. Ugh, the water was so cold, Tomoya was quite unhappy.

After dinner, the book on making peace knots arrived, and I tried making one that night. It was so-so.

Aunt Fujimura kept praising how well I did it, hehe.

I put it around my husband's neck, and he looks so handsome! I've got it! Not just around the neck,
how about tying red threads to his wrists and ankles too?

Monday, November 24, 2008, Sunny.

Hallelujah! Finally, it's sunny! How many days has it been since I've seen the sun? I almost
got ; there's so much snow! The hill opposite the hospital has turned into a snow mountain! Of course,
it can't compare to Mount Everest, it's about the level of Mount Fuji, haha!

As usual, I wiped my husband down with plum blossom water. My massage skills have improved a lot recently,
but I just won't let Auntie massage me, to annoy her, hehe.

If we were to call it a snow-clearing army this morning, there would only be three or five people, since this hospital only serves
a hundred or so people at the foot of the mountain. Around noon, that little brat Takagi came up the mountain to help. Hey,
what's that seven or eight-year-old thinking? Is he trying to woo me?

After lunch, we sunbathed for a while. It's better to eat less seafood in winter, so we made
hot pot, though the style is definitely different from what we have back home. I felt so warm and cozy; I even considered going outside to sunbathe for a bit
. Wait, is this for warmth or just to get some fresh air?

In the evening, I sent my sister my blessings, wishing her all the best.

...

Wednesday, December 24, 2008, Sunny.

Christmas Eve is here! I'm eating an apple as I write this. This morning, while cutting my husband's hair
, I fed him a bite; he had to chew it very, very finely. By the way, how much of my
saliva ? Haha!

Although this isn't Europe or America, everyone is still very interested in Christmas. Takagi down the mountain wanted to ask
me out, but I don't have time. Although it's a bit out of place, I still hung a lot of Christmas
knots as decorations in the hospital room. I bought a Christmas tree from the courier; it's over a meter tall and fits perfectly in the room.

Stockings are a problem; mine aren't big enough. Luckily, I learned various sewing and mending techniques a while ago,
so I simply made two super-large pairs of stockings myself.

I talked to my sister on the phone tonight; she's celebrating too. Let go of all your sadness, sister.

Outside the window, it started snowing lightly again tonight. Because the aunties and uncles hung many
colorful lights , I could see the snowflakes falling. Dinner was a large turkey, though even with four or five
people, we couldn't finish it all. There was some left, which I brought back to my husband and fed him. It was
delicious , wasn't it, darling?

Santa Claus… I know he can't possibly come, but if I were to make a wish to him, I would say, "
Please make my husband wake up quickly." And then, "May my sister be happy."

Thursday, December 25, 2008, cloudy

. It only snowed one night; there were no snowflakes this morning. But we still have to shovel snow.

My husband feels a little warm; I'm worried he might have a fever. The nanny took his temperature; it was around
37 degrees Celsius. Luckily, a packet of Banlangen (a traditional Chinese medicine) was mailed from home; he can take it now. Hmm, it tastes a bit bitter.

This morning, I practiced making peace knots in the room and recited poetry to my husband. We don't have many flower petals left, but if we use them sparingly
, they can last for a while. I plan to start self-studying high school courses next year. Which publisher's textbook should I use?

Hmm, which country's textbooks should I study? Hehe~ I don't really have much to write about Christmas.

Friday, December 26, 2008, Sunny.

Today I should read *The Tale of Genji* to my husband, but I always feel like reading this book is a bit mind-blowing. Hehe,
but it's still quite interesting. It's a bit cold, so I read it to him snuggled up in bed. It's so warm, my husband's
body is so cozy. Hmm, eat and sleep, sleep and eat, little piggy~ Lying in bed, hugging my husband,
I feel a warm and comforting feeling, and I unconsciously think of my sister. I hope she's happy, I really hope
she's happy.

My long johns tore, so I asked Aunt Fujimura for some scraps of fabric and sewed them up. It just snowed in the middle of winter, so
I won't go out ! It's not that I'm stingy—the New Year is almost here!

Saturday, December 27, 2008, Sunny turning cloudy .

My husband's leg hair has grown long again. I can't just pull it with my hands; I have to use scissors to cut it off at the top,
otherwise it will grow back very thick. Hmm, at least that's the principle behind beards. I have to shave him every day,
men are such a hassle.

Hmm, there's so much hair around his penis, should I trim it? Hmm, if I snip it...
well , my future happiness will be gone.

But that area really does have so much hair, and it's all messy. I
clean , but it still doesn't feel hygienic. If I really snip it... oh dear, even if I don't cut the wrong spot
... I still don't dare to do it~ What should I wish for in the New Year?

December 28, 2008, Saturday, Cloudy.

Preparing the menu, I'll cook delicious food for my uncles and aunts for the New Year.

Went down the mountain to buy ingredients, prices haven't gone up at all, but there weren't any discounts or promotions in the small town, what a
pity, I wanted to buy more.

December 29, 2008, Sunday, Sunny.

The weather was warmer today, I spent a little longer with my husband in the garden.
He's getting fatter and fatter from always lying or sitting, he needs to lose weight. Hmm, am I feeding him too much? Looks like
I need to stop eating so much meat and fish; I'll eat more vegetables for lunch today.

I bought some octopus; it's quite delicious with soy sauce.

Monday, December 30, 2008:

Cloudy. Is it going to snow again?

I felt a bit cold when I woke up this morning. Although the heating is very warm, I still feel chilly.

Feeling sleepy, I'll sleep a little longer.

...

Sunday, April 12, 2009: Sunny

. My sister still ignores everyone, even Lili. I had

another nightmare last night. Although I didn't witness it, and can't witness it, I'm a girl, so I can completely imagine.

How painful must it have been? I heard she was kicked exactly ten times; how can she remember it so clearly?!

She's been in the hospital for so many days; it's clearly more than just physical trauma, but my sister
still doesn't want to talk to me, or anyone else.

I still have no appetite today; I've lost some weight.

Sleeping, it's so cold.

Monday, April 13, 2009: Light

rain. It's raining again.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009 (Light Rain)

Lili said her sister has a fever and is currently on an IV drip.

I sent her thirty lucky knots as a blessing.

Although I still sleep with my husband, it's still very cold.

Tuesday, April 15, 2009 (Sunny )

Lili said a medical professor bought long-term ownership of my sister's property, and since August, she's been
feeling unwell.

My sister woke up today, drank some porridge, but vomited half of it.

I don't want to answer calls from anyone except Lili and my sister.

Wednesday, April 16, 2009 (Sunny)

It was a bit windy today, around level four or five. I didn't open the windows, and the room felt stuffy.

My sister finally called me, but instead of me comforting her, she comforted me.

I asked about my husband's condition, and she answered truthfully. She seemed a little happier.

She said she's going to cook a big meal for her birthday this year. There are still two months left, so she needs to practice. Her

seventeenth birthday?

I'm almost fourteen too.

Thursday, April 17, 2009 (Sunny)

The wind was even stronger today, around level five or six. I didn't open the windows.

I tripped and fell on the way down the mountain and scraped my knee. What bad luck! Luckily, I was in the hospital anyway.

In the video, my sister's face was still a bit pale and she looked somewhat haggard; I could tell her smile was forced.

Grandpa Sun called to comfort me today.

I'm hungry, I'll stop writing now and go eat.

I've been in a bad mood lately, maybe I should buy some self-help books.

April 18, 2009, Friday, Sunny.

I brewed myself a pot of black tea. I don't understand why Grandpa Sun likes such bitter things; is
it because I'm still too young? It's really bitter.

I'll go down the mountain and buy a bottle of orange juice.

Orange juice will soothe my throat. I read a few more poems to my husband today.

I really enjoy reading Greek mythology; the various complicated relationships are so interesting.

Sigh…

April 19, 2009, Saturday, Sunny.

I went for a walk down the mountain. Takagi and his friends were catching bugs again. I cheered myself up and played with them
, but I still didn't dare touch the bugs.

When I got back, Aunt Fujimura suggested I go out more, saying that staying indoors all the time has shrunk my appetite. Hmm,
I'll think about that later.

My sister contacted me again today; she seemed much better. We didn't talk much, just
looked at each other via video. I could tell she missed me too. As usual,

I updated her on my husband's condition, but she suddenly became listless again and went to bed early.

I received a fax of her medical report and various data; there's nothing wrong with her uterus, it's just her own body.

The report was burned.

Sunday, April 20, 2009, Sunny.

I spent the whole morning reading Greek mythology to my husband; only then could I stop overthinking. I drank
five large glasses of water and didn't go to the bathroom. I

still didn't have much of an appetite at noon. My weight has been decreasing for the past two months, so I've become slimmer.

I really wanted to eat meat but couldn't eat a single bite; I had absolutely no appetite.

Over the weekend, Gao Mu and his friends came to the hospital to visit me. They kept comforting
me when they heard I wasn't feeling well, saying everything was fine, which cheered me up a lot.

I contacted my sister again in the evening; Hao is visiting her now. I didn't see Lili; my sister said she
went to buy dinner. I'm actually a little hungry. I managed to eat a rice ball tonight.

I've lost weight; my chin is more pointed.

Monday, April 21, 2009, Sunny

. I'm reading Xu Zhimo's poems, and they seem quite good. I read
"

Saying Goodbye to Cambridge Again" to my husband for an hour, and he's already memorized it. Who was Xu Zhimo's wife again? I think her name was Lin Huiyin, right? Hmm, hehe, so my husband is a great
poet, and I'm a great woman of talent? Hmm, what kind of nonsense is this?

At 3:05:12 PM, my husband's right thumb suddenly twitched. I checked
the ECG record, and at the same time his finger twitched, there was a clear fluctuation on the ECG.
That was the exact time. I'm so happy because it twitched again at 4:02:07 PM.

I told my sister the news, and she also seemed very happy, much better in spirits. It seems
she be discharged from the hospital soon.

Tuesday, April 22, 2009, Thunderstorm.

It's not summer, so why is it suddenly raining, and such heavy rain at that?

I was woken up by thunder in the middle of the night, but unfortunately, my husband wasn't awake.

I need to change the bedding.

How about putting some daffodils by the bedside?

Nothing is possible today, not even drying clothes. Hmm, because I left them
outside to dry last night, so…

no bags, no phones, what if a lightning strikes?

How brilliant of me, I pulled out Leo Tolstoy's "The Stormy Petrel" from under the bed to read to my husband!

Ah! Storm! Come on, come on!

Oh no, I made a typo, this book is by Maxim Gorky.

What's going on today?

Wednesday, April 23, 2009, thunderstorms

. I hate rain.

I thought of Zhang Yu's song.

I miss my sister, but I don't dare use the phone, and the internet is down outside.

When I woke up, I thought it was still dark; it's still raining. Luckily, my husband is warm.

The wind blew open the corridor window, and Aunt Fujimura's arthritis flared up, so I'm in charge of
cleaning .

Everyone's doing well, even though I'm only responsible for a few people in the small town at the foot of the mountain, not a single person has been
hospitalized in a year!

There were thirty-five claps of thunder and twenty-one flashes of lightning this morning.

The rain lessened in the afternoon, thank goodness, otherwise a mudslide would have erupted.

The rain stopped in the evening, and I woke up.

Oh no, it's night, I can't sleep.

Time to be the night watchman.

April 24, 2009, Thursday, Sunny .

After two days of thunderstorms, seeing sunshine again feels so different! I immediately dragged my husband
outside ; the air was so fresh!

My sister was discharged from the hospital too; she's going home to rest. I'm so happy today!

My shoes are worn out; I should buy a new pair online.

I've finished all my first-year high school courses, but I think my literary knowledge is already at an undergraduate level
, right?

A sophisticated beauty, hmm!

April 25, 2009, Friday, Sunny

. Uncle Hao came to visit me today, and of course, my husband too.

I really don't know how to face this person.

He wanted to send some people to renovate this small hospital, and although it was a bit selfish, I refused. I like it
here, just like it is; it doesn't need to be fancy.

I'm hungry; I'll go ask what we should have for dinner.

I've gained a little weight recently, and my chin is rounder.

Saturday, April 26, 2009, Cloudy

. It's a bit windy today; just leave the window slightly open.

I cleaned my husband's ears today; there was a lot, but less than his nasal mucus, haha.

My sister has an appetite; I watched her eat two bowls of rice for lunch with wide eyes. I need to get
a new webcam for my laptop; the resolution isn't good enough.

I'm almost fourteen.

My husband isn't far from turning twenty!

Takagi came to the hospital again; doesn't he get tired climbing such a high mountain? But the apples were really delicious
, thank you.

Sunday, April 27, 2009, Sunny .

Looking around, the second box is almost half full! I'm such a pro at writing!

A phone call came in; Sanae wants to visit me.

Hmm, she's a good girl, much better than that blonde Persian cat~ But her sister is a bit
fierce . Although she and my sister are close, they're completely different!

I ate 108 slices of salmon for lunch to ward off evil and the Persian cat, and to welcome Sanae.

Wait, eating sashimi will only attract the Persian cat, right?

I'm so stupid.

(30) Diary (2)

My heart aches.

Slowly closing the diary in my hand, I looked around at the boxes in the dim light, biting
my lower lip .

Returning the diary to its place, I glanced at the many unopened boxes around me. After a long while, I exhaled deeply,
letting out the pent-up frustration in my chest.

The orange-yellow light, the bulb's brightness was a bit too much. I've already read almost a thousand entries on the shelf; my
eyes are already hurting.

I rubbed my eyes, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. I wondered if the shock was
more or psychological.

I decided to get out of the closet and rest.

Stepping out, the cold air from the air conditioner sent a chill through me.

I picked up my shirt; it was pressed tightly against my back. I realized I was
drenched in sweat.

I glanced at my watch; it was around 10 a.m. That made sense, considering it was a small room inside a
large closet.

No air conditioning, a confined space—after being inside for so long, it was no wonder I was sweating.

At this hour, Xiao Kui was probably still out socializing, and Xiao Yu was probably doing something else entirely.

Xiao Yu… Although I was covered in sweat, I had no desire to go to the bathroom.

Leaning silently against the closet, a wave of bitter guilt threatened to crush my heart.

I took out my phone; fingerprints and sweat left obvious marks on the screen.

I opened my photo album and selected a picture of Xiaoyu and me in the Maldives.

In the photo, she was dressed casually, her arm linked with mine, wearing a hat similar to the one worn by Rose from Titanic,
smiling so happily.

As for me, perhaps because my mind was filled with Xiaokui at the time, my smile felt somewhat unnatural.

That week must have been paradise for her, right? My eyes stung, and after blinking three times quickly, I
put away my phone, turned, and walked towards the door leading to Xiaokui's office, opening it.

The spacious, bright room had a high-end wooden door to the CEO's office on one end, and a high-end desk and chair for the company's top executive on the other.
Beyond the glass curtain wall lay the bustling silhouette of the CBD's skyscrapers.

In this space symbolizing a concentration of immense wealth, I silently walked to Xiaokui's large desk,
gently stroking her name tag, and fell into deep thought.

What should I do next? My head ached; reading thousands of diary entries over several hours
had not only made my eyes sore but also caused my brain to ache.

It wasn't the headache I felt when frantically memorizing vocabulary in school, but rather a jumble of vague, fragmented memories flashing
through my mind .

Meanwhile, Xiao Kui's problem had clearly become extremely complicated.

Her family was obviously connected to the club, and they were clearly aware of Xiao Kui's identity.

According to the diary, I shouldn't have had much interaction with her, but I
was close to Xiao Yu since childhood.

Details in the diary suggest that she and I were betrothed since childhood.

So, what led to Xiao Kui marrying me instead of Xiao Yu? Perhaps the deeper
secret lies in the diary, but after reading thousands of entries this morning, I simply didn't have the energy to
continue .

Fortunately, I already knew the password; as long as that little girl didn't change it inexplicably, it would be fine.

"Let's take a shower."

Slightly regaining my composure, the air conditioning was blowing, and although my clothes were mostly dry, I'd still
catch a cold if I stayed in this state.

I returned to Xiao Kui's secret room and headed straight for the bathroom.

"Hmm...?"

I stood frozen at the doorway for a good five seconds before realizing this wasn't the one I'd been to before.

This was an extraordinary bathroom; a typical family bathroom would never be designed like this.

The floor was covered in white tiles, with pink cherry blossom patterns that made it feel like I was in a foreign land.

On the walls, realistic oil paintings of erotic scenes were alluring, yet filled the room with
a seductive, sensual atmosphere.

The bathroom was large, comparable to a typical two-bedroom apartment.

Yet, the well-planned layout of the various facilities prevented it from feeling empty. Besides the standard toilet

, there was even a urinal and a squat toilet for men. In addition to the exceptionally spacious shower, the bathtub was also very large, square enough to accommodate four to six people. A standard massage chair didn't seem out of . Standing there, stunned for a while, I finally let out a soft chuckle. "Wow, so many games here?" I couldn't quite describe the feeling. Seeing that there were three different toilets, even a pig could guess their purpose. "Click." I raised an eyebrow. The door leading to Xiao Kui's office, which should be near the entrance, seemed to be open. However, instead of heavy footsteps, there were no loud footsteps. The floor was covered with carpets, so footsteps were usually not very noticeable. However, the visitor clearly didn't intend to hide. A rustling sound came from the bedroom. Who could have gotten into this room? Xiao Luo. I walked out of the bathroom, around the corridor, and pushed open the door to the bedroom. "Ah..." I stopped in my tracks. The girl with the almond-shaped face was looking at me with some surprise. She had already taken off her suit jacket and was about to take off her white shirt. Her fair skin shone alluringly under the light. Although it was almost the same thickness from top to bottom, her skin was flat.

She even had a noticeable six-pack on her lower abdomen.

And for some reason, today Xiao Luo was wearing a short skirt instead of suit pants, which was unusual for her.

Although her buttocks were nothing to look at, the black stockings on her legs were eye-catching, still giving this twenty-
two-year-old girl a mature sexiness that transcended that of a typical middle school girl.

Especially her feet, encased in black stockings, made one wonder if they could even rival my
hand.

The black stockings were quite sheer, and I stared wide-eyed, clearly seeing those delicate
toes thanks to my good eyesight.

Such beautiful feet, and that… “…Hey!”

Suddenly, a pillow coming towards me made me instinctively dodge to the side.

Seeing the pillow almost brush against a vase in the aisle and fall silently to the ground, I subconsciously shouted.

“What are you looking at!”

In front of me, Xiao Luo stared wide-eyed and tightened her open shirt.

She glared at me, and before I could say anything, she yelled, "I've fed you three times, and you're still staring at
my feet?! What are you looking at?!"

"Ah...ah ah..." Oh

my god, what did I just do? "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I was wrong, sis, I was wrong, sis!"

Seeing me frantically apologizing to her, Xiao Luo, pouting and puffing out her cheeks, crossed her arms and
snorted.

But then, her face flushed red.

She twitched her lips, hugged her arms, and tightened her shirt. She looked me up and down, her expression slightly embarrassed.
"Why are you here?" she asked

. I gave a wry smile, sighed slightly, shrugged, and said, "I came up to check on you… is that not allowed?"

Xiao Luo's expression completely changed as she scrutinized me repeatedly. After a long while, until my smile was almost
gone , she finally spoke again, "I said, are you just going to leave me hanging like this?"

"Huh?"

Suddenly realizing Xiao Luo was still disheveled, I quickly apologized and immediately left the bedroom.

Inside, the rustling sound of dressing made me smile wryly again.

A moment later, the door I had closed was opened again by her.

Xiao Luo stood in the doorway, her white shirt buttoned up, pouting. She gave me a third, disgruntled
look and said, "Hey, aren't you sweating a lot?"

I nodded and said, "I'll go wash up right away. Uh… Xiao Luo, what brings you in?"

As soon as I finished speaking, Xiao Luo's face flushed red. Her lips twitched, and she stared at me with a…
seemingly resentful look.

On that almond-shaped face, Xiao Luo's large eyes were as striking as an alien's pupils.

However, unlike the enigmatic nature of an alien, her large, watery eyes were clearly filled with entanglement
and frustration.

And perhaps, some other emotions as well.

Seeing that she remained silent for a while, I chuckled and said, "Shall I go wash up?"

She still didn't answer. I scratched my head awkwardly and backed into the
small bathroom I knew so well.

"Hmm, where should I take my clothes off?"

I muttered to myself as I stripped naked, draped my clothes over a chair outside the bathroom, and then squeezed into the
shower and turned on the tap.

Hot water poured over me, instantly soaking my hair. I closed my eyes, twisted my body with all my might, and a series
of cracking sounds from my bones gave me a burst of intense pleasure.

Looking down, I saw my well-worn, battle-hardened weapon hanging down between my legs.

My pubic hair was a bit long, a dark patch, and my large penis
was slightly erect.

I turned off the water, too lazy to wash my hair, and just poured shower gel over myself.

In just a short while, the glass around the shower stall was covered in white steam.

Enjoying the warm, enclosed space, as I comfortably finished applying the shower gel, I realized that
my penis was already at least 70% erect.

"Phew..."

Seeing that the foreskin was retracted, I casually flicked the glans.

Instantly, a slight pleasure made me almost shudder, and my stimulated penis
became fully erect.

"Tsk tsk, that's pretty powerful~"

I chuckled proudly, looking at my male organ.

Over the past few months, the Jaeger I've been taking has significantly enhanced my sexual abilities.

My fully erect penis now reaches
the size .

Moreover, mine is harder and hotter than theirs.

After showering, I took a towel from the bathroom shelf, wrapped it around my waist, and gently opened the door.

"Ah?"

I didn't notice when, but Xiao Luo was already standing in front of the bathroom.

Obviously, she had finished showering; her long, wet black hair was draped behind her head, her almond-shaped face was rosy and pink
, and she was wearing a purple silk dress, which made her look quite cute.

Should I be glad I didn't expose myself? As a girl, Xiao Luo's showering speed was quite fast;
she must have taken care of things in another bathroom.

Seeing her complicated expression and the way she stood before me in that outfit, I vaguely guessed what she was thinking.

"Xiao Luo, I'll go get dressed first."

I patted her shoulder, sat down on the edge of the bed, and untied my towel. Given the situation, I didn't need to be
overly concerned about anything in front of her.

While I was changing, Xiao Luo didn't say a word, just calmly sat down beside me.

She didn't try to hide it; her big eyes were fixed on me. When I untied my towel, she stared at my crotch; when I
put on my underwear, she stared at my chest. By the time I was fully dressed, I was sweating profusely.

Finally, I managed to squeeze out a question: "...What's wrong?"

Xiao Luo sighed softly, "Haoming, am I really that unattractive?"

I understood what she meant, and sighed as well. I lay back on the bed, looking at Xiao Luo's slender, petite back:
"If this had happened yesterday, I might have really slept with you. But girl, I'm really
not in the mood right now. Let me get some sleep, okay?"

Xiao Luo seemed surprised, turning to look at me. My well-dressed body wasn't particularly attractive, but her gaze
was fixed on my face. After a long while, she quietly asked, "What triggered this?"

A thought flashed through my mind. Luo Li knew Xiao Kui quite well. Since Xiao Yu hid
those diaries here, did she know about it too? After a moment's thought, I said, "Sun Luanyu

... um, you've met her, haven't you?"

What a pointless question.

Sure enough, Luo Li chuckled, but immediately straightened up and said in a low voice, "Yes,
I welcomed you at the door."

I touched my nose. "You actually knew her a long time ago, didn't you?"

Luo Li was silent for a moment again. "What do you know now?"

I stood up and looked at her. Luo Li's eyes flickered slightly. I patted her shoulder and said, "She probably...
kept a lot of boxes here, right? Do you know what's inside?"

Sure enough, Luo Li's eyes flickered again. After a moment's hesitation, she said, "How
much ?"

Indeed, this child knew far too many secrets.

Relieved, I couldn't help but let my imagination run wild. If it were a gang or a spy organization,
someone like Luo Li would be extremely dangerous.

"I've read part of the diary, but not all of it yet, Xiao Luo. I just want to know
what happened to me at the sanatorium in Japan."

To be honest, I didn't dare to read it.

I could more or less guess the outcome.

After all, the result was already there.

I really couldn't bear to see how Xiao Yu described what happened back then.

When I forgot her existence, forgot her years of caring for me, forgot how she sacrificed
the best years of her life to be with me, and instead fell in love with her sister...

"Ah, that hurts!"

Xiao Luo's voice brought me back to my senses, and I realized that I had actually been squeezing her shoulder hard.

"...Sorry."

Rubbing her shoulder, Xiao Luo didn't blame me, but instead took my arm and rested her head on my shoulder.

"You really want to know?"

Hearing her soft words after a long silence, my heart felt like it was being twisted into a pretzel by a pair of large hands.

Feeling my nod, she sighed softly.

"You forgot her."

My heart trembled violently.

"Or rather, you never even noticed her existence. When you first woke up in bed... you know
people like that, right? That's how you are."

"But even so, she... she..."

Hearing Xiao Luo hesitate, I quickly asked, "How was she?"

After a pause, she looked at me with a complicated expression and said, "It's hard to explain in a few words. When Mr. Ye and I went
to visit her, her mental state... it was like..."

The more she hesitated, the more anxious I became, but I could only let her dawdle, my hands clenched into fists.

"It's like finding a new purpose in life. That girl, who was sixteen or seventeen back then,
dedicated the previous four or five years of her life to caring for a person in a vegetative state. And then for the next two or three years,

she cared for a person with a mental disability..." "But even so, seeing your health improve day by day, it was like her life goal was being
achieved step by step, and she was so happy every day. Especially when your guy, I don't know what illness you had, was acting like a soldier
all day , running laps around the sanatorium every day, exercising..."

"And then..."

I suddenly opened my mouth, my voice hoarse and unrecognizable even to myself.

Xiao Luo fell silent again. After speaking in that monotone, mechanical tone, she couldn't open
her mouth anymore.

We were both silent.

I really didn't know what to say.

It was too cruel.

I suppose Xiao Luo felt the same way.

But finally, after a long silence, she slowly opened her mouth.

"She fell ill." "

She fainted on the spot. Nurse Fujimura at the sanatorium specifically arranged for her to stay in
the bed you've been lying in, and then she immediately developed a high fever. It was a very high fever; she almost died three times from the high fever, and then had a low-grade fever for
a month. When she was conscious, besides thanking Fujimura, she didn't say much, just kept
staring out the window."

"After recovering, she had no reason to stay in Japan, so she returned to China. Mr. Ye didn't dare see her.
Her family arranged for her to marry your brother, but they weren't in a hurry, so she came back and
stayed at that sanatorium until a few months ago when she couldn't wait any longer and returned to China, where she met your brother by chance and started a relationship."

Xiao Luo finished speaking quickly, then abruptly stopped.

Tears streamed down my face.

As the saying goes, a man doesn't easily shed tears.

It's just that he hasn't reached the point of heartbreak.

Xiao Luo brought me some tissues, but even after three soaked sheets, she still hadn't finished wiping
.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Xiao Luo's eyes were also red, but she didn't seem to notice. Only after the tears finally dried did I realize that if I spoke, I would choke up, so I got up and drank a
large glass of water.

After drinking three large glasses, I finally let out a long sigh, but the tears started flowing again,
unstoppable.

I didn't say anything more to Xiao Luo, went back to the wardrobe, opened the hidden door, entered the small room, took a deep
breath , and, in the dim light, opened the last box.

The first thing I saw wasn't a manuscript, but a photograph.

It was a photograph taken from a window, showing a
young man in his early twenties jogging slowly on a hillside at sunset.

The second was a photograph of him doing sit-ups.

A photograph of him practicing martial arts against thin air.

Then came indoor photographs: on a hospital bed, a repulsive-looking fool was grinning foolishly, immersed in
his own fantasy world, completely oblivious to the person taking his picture.

Three more photos followed, all solo portraits of that bastard.

The photographer never appeared.

Then came a large number of sketches, multiple copies of the previous photos, with exceptionally high skill—even graduate students at
Tokyo University of the Arts might not achieve that level.

It wasn't just a difference in technique; art needs to be infused with soul, and these sketches clearly contained
the artist's entire soul.

Yet, I so wanted to tear them up.

I quickly put the drawings back, because tears were already dripping onto the back of my hand; I didn't want to ruin them.

As I stepped out of the closet, Xiao Luo stood before me. "What are your plans?"

I went straight to a chair and sat down, asking her, "You're Xiao Kui's person, right?"

Xiao Luo nodded. "That's why I beg you not to act on emotion. Everyone is acting from their own perspective.
Although many of these things are illegal to outsiders and should be condemned outright, as someone involved
, you should analyze the issue more deeply."

I nodded. "I know, but my memory hasn't fully returned yet. I want to know...

how did I end up in the hospital?" "

...A car accident."

Xiao Luo paused for a moment before saying, "It really was just an accident. Don't overthink it. It was just that the truck that hit you
was carrying chemicals. The car overturned, causing a gas leak. It's a miracle you weren't poisoned on the spot
."

My head started to ache slightly again, and blurry images kept flashing through my mind.

The sky was incredibly dark on this rainy night, with a bright yellow light shining from across the street. My soaked body and sorrowful
heart flashed through the scene like a slideshow, making me feel dizzy.

"Are you alright?"

Xiao Luo grasped my hand. I rubbed my forehead again and shook my head. "I'm fine. Well, little girl, let's talk about the
details later. I need to go home first. You can do whatever you need to do."

As I spoke, I immediately got up to leave the room. Xiao Luo's voice came from behind: "Haoming!"

Her petite feet touched the floor, and Luo Li hugged me from behind.

"You... what's wrong?"

Luo Li let go of my hand, but immediately hugged my waist again. "Haoming, can't you hug me?"

I sighed deeply, turned around, hugged Xiao Luo's waist, and then led her back to sit on the edge of the bed.

Xiao Luo immediately snuggled into my arms, resting her head on my shoulder.

She was so petite; when I looked down, it was
like .

We both remained silent for a while. The midday sun streamed into the room,
making it hard for me to open my eyes, so I simply closed them.

After a while, she stirred in my arms.

"Thank you."

She stood up, her head bowed, making it impossible for me to see her expression. "Haoming, you're a good man."

I didn't know what to say, so I just patted her shoulder again. "Stay with your boss, Mr. Ye.
We've been through so much together over the years, what else can't we overcome?"

Without looking at Luo Li's expression, I leaned down and gently kissed her forehead before leaving the room
.

The car sped along the road back. I first called Xiao Kui, who was taking a lunch break after finishing
her morning work.

Then, I called my father.

"Dad, are you around?"

I hadn't called my father for a few days, and when his voice came through, my feelings were a mix of emotions
.

"Nobody's here. What's up?"

I paused for a moment before speaking, "It's been a while since I've been home. Xiao Kui's been working these past few days.
Is there anything you'd like to eat? I'll bring you some tomorrow morning."

"Oh! That's great! Food... how about you bring a few roasted pigeons? Bring a lot, your mom's been craving them
lately . By the way, what's Xiao Kui been busy with lately?"

"Well... work, that's all. She went to meet with people this morning, all sorts of socializing and
business dealings ."

My father paused slightly, as if thinking about something, and only spoke after I'd fed him twice: "Xiao Ming
, you were involved in the work at Dongmao, right? I know it was successful, but were there any unexpected
events during the negotiations? Xiao Kui only briefly told me the result; I don't know the specifics yet."

I fell silent again. A few months ago, I would never have let my imagination run wild, but things
were different Every word my father said was enough to make me overthink.

Although he might not actually be thinking in certain directions, it was hard for me to.

After exchanging a few perfunctory words with my father, I simply lost interest in continuing the conversation.

Perhaps I could have a proper talk with him tomorrow, but I really didn't have the mind for it right now.

The car wheels were rolling by; it was supposed to be workday, but who had the energy to care about that?

As afternoon approached, without making a single phone call, I returned to my apartment complex.

The elevator slowly ascended, my heart pounding as if filled with lead and heavy water, yet still pounding powerfully.

Watching the number of floors increase in just a few seconds, I let out three long sighs. A ding snapped

me out of my reverie.

I knocked on the door, waited, but there was no response.

I took out my key and opened the door.

As soon as I stepped inside, the hum of the range hood and the aroma of Xiaoyu's best dishes wafted
into my nostrils.

As I closed the door, my mind, already preoccupied, suddenly remembered—yes, it was time for lunch.

I didn't hear a knock, but I must have heard the door close as I entered. A slender figure darted into
the living room.

Xiaoyu was wearing a beige dress, Hello Kitty slippers on her snow-white feet,
an apron around her waist, and a spatula in her hand.

Seeing me suddenly return without even a greeting, she was naturally surprised and stunned.

A white cloud drifted by, and a ray of afternoon sunlight streamed into the living room.

Seeing her fair face radiant in the sunlight, suddenly, the overwhelming feeling in my heart transformed into boundless
tenderness .

"Wife, I'm home."

After a moment of surprise, Xiaoyu flashed me a bright smile.

"Welcome home."

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