After taking the medicine, Shen Qingqing felt much better.
In this unfamiliar place, she didn't even have anyone to talk to.
She could only take out a book and continue her translation work.
Having amnesia, she might forget many people and things in the future. Shen Qingqing wasn't sure whether she would forget her skills too.
Thinking about this made her feel very afraid.
But she had no one to confide in, who could she seek comfort from?
A tall figure appeared in her mind—that was her husband. They were supposed to be the closest people to each other.
Shen Qingqing tugged at the corner of her mouth, revealing a self-deprecating smile.
Living like this, this marriage was truly a failure.
She threw away all the chaotic thoughts from her mind.
She couldn't predict the future; the only things she could grasp were the present.
If she couldn't keep a man, at least she should maintain her skills so she could support herself if they divorced.
By reading a few more times each day and repeating her memories over and over, maybe it would help.
With this thought, Shen Qingqing worked even more diligently than before.
The tip of her pen scratched across the paper with a rustling sound, occasionally turning the pages of the book.
The room had only her, with warm yellow light filling the space, incredibly quiet.
Occasionally, footsteps sounded in the corridor, dispelling the fear in Shen Qingqing's heart.
This place was very safe; even without Jiang Zhixun, she didn't need to be on edge.
After an unknown length of time, someone knocked on the door.
It was the receptionist, Xiao Li.
"Captain Jiang said you were sick and asked me to check on you every two hours, Miss Shen, have you taken your medicine, and are you feeling better now?"
Xiao Li's tone was full of envy.
To have married such a capable and handsome man, this Miss Shen was really fortunate!
Shen Qingqing took a deep breath, finally restraining the ripples in her heart.
He was always like this.
Rejecting her closeness on one hand and caring for her meticulously on the other.
Giving her an illusion.
Thinking that if she tried hard enough, Jiang Zhixun would notice her.
But the facts proved that lack of love simply meant lack of love.
Even though they had registered their marriage, to avoid her, he would rather transfer to the Northwest.
Everything he did now was out of obligation.
"Miss Shen?"
Seeing her expression was not good, Xiao Li panicked.
"Are you having a fever again? I'll take you to the hospital first."
Shen Qingqing shook her head, "I'm already better."
She pointed to the books on the table, "I can sit and read now; you don't need to come anymore."
Xiao Li craned her neck to take a look; the book was face down, showing the cover.
But she couldn't read any of the words on it.
She looked at Shen Qingqing with a measuring and wary gaze.
Not wanting to cause trouble for herself and Jiang Zhixun, Shen Qingqing took out her work badge from her bag.
"I work at a publishing house as a translator."
Xiao Li realized she had been overthinking, and her face turned red.
Stammering, she said, "Miss Shen, you're really amazing. No wonder such a hard-to-woo person like Captain Jiang fell for you."
Beautiful, fluent in a foreign language, and having such a decent job, surely many people pursued Miss Shen!
Her lips curved slightly, appearing gentle and intellectual.
Xiao Li thought if she were a man, she would be interested in Miss Shen, too.
Shen Qingqing seemed in good spirits, so Xiao Li was reassured, "I won't disturb you any longer then."
"Thank you for your trouble."
"Not at all, not at all."
Xiao Li waved her hand repeatedly and didn't stay longer.
The room returned to quiet, but Shen Qingqing could no longer concentrate.
Looking at the paragraphs in the book, she slowly drifted into a trance.
That phone call, Madam Jiang subtly reminded her to consider the bigger picture.
Not to make a fool of herself, affecting Jiang Zhixun's future.
If she thought more for herself, she would surely propose a divorce decisively.
But she couldn't do it.
Since she was fifteen, the Jiang Family had been supporting her, paying for her schooling, clothes, food, never letting her suffer.
At that time, Jiang Zhixun was already a promising young pilot.
They didn't spend much time together, but every time he came home, Jiang Zhixun would give her pocket money.
He had a cold personality, and occasionally his words were sharp, making people embarrassed.
But his kindness was all remembered by Shen Qingqing.
Except for the cold war in these three years, Shen Qingqing couldn't think of any shortcomings of Jiang Zhixun.
No, he sent allowances to her these three years.
That couldn't be counted as bad.
They... just weren't suitable.
Shen Qingqing lay on the table, her smooth long hair sliding down her slender back, with the hair tips rippling in the air.
Just like her mood at the moment, rippling with a circle after circle of waves.
...
Shen Qingqing's arrival broke the tranquility.
Jiang Zhixun was severely impacted; she appeared in his dreams for the first time.
On their first meeting, Shen Qingqing was still a young girl.
She had just come from Shanghai, wearing a dress, with twin ponytails, standing uneasily in the courtyard, calling him Brother Zhixun.
At that time, her parents had just passed away, with no reliable relatives left at home.
A girl well-protected and unfamiliar with the world's dangers suddenly had no support.
She was anxious, afraid of saying or doing something wrong, causing the Jiang Family to dislike her.
Jiang Zhixun wasn't a meticulous man, but at the first meeting with Shen Qingqing, he noticed her nervousness.
So, he gave Shen Qingqing a pen.
Saying it was a meeting gift.
Shen Qingqing stayed in the compound.
She went to school; he joined the military.
They didn't have much interaction, seeing each other only a few times a year.
To Jiang Zhixun, she was just another sister in the house, which didn't affect his life much.
But in the dream, Shen Qingqing's image became clearer and clearer; he couldn't tell when he noticed the small tear mole at the corner of her eye.
When they registered their marriage, she was just twenty.
Beautiful and gentle, she was the crush of many boys in the compound.
At that time, his grandfather was hospitalized, his condition worsening day by day.
Grumbling that he hadn't seen him marry or Qingqing get married, he couldn't rest.
That was Shen Qingqing's boldest moment.
In the ward, in front of many people, she said she wanted to marry him.
Maybe it was nervousness or maybe embarrassment; Shen Qingqing's face turned completely red.
But she still stared at him unblinkingly, asking that question, "Brother Zhixun, would you be willing to become my revolutionary partner?"
In his sleep, Jiang Zhixun heard that question again.
He remained silent for a long time.
When Shen Qingqing's cheeks turned completely red and she was so embarrassed she wanted to find a hole to hide in, he nodded.
"Then let's get married."
Jiang Zhixun woke up suddenly, breath chaotic, yet Shen Qingqing's expression at that time floated clearly in his mind.
Those black and white clear eyes had become very bright.
There was hidden joy in her eyes.
Three years ago, Jiang Zhixun thought Shen Qingqing and his grandfather were acting, deliberately tricking him into marriage.
This deliberately arranged marriage had become shackles constraining him, making him unable to breathe.
He didn't know how to vent and could only choose to escape.
And so he left for three years.
His grievances towards Shen Qingqing unknowingly dissipated over more than a thousand days and nights.
But that didn't mean he could accept this marriage.
Jiang Zhixun pressed his temples, deciding to keep his distance from Shen Qingqing.
Before returning to Beijing, he wouldn't see her again.
When he sent her back and explained clearly to the elders, he would return to the Northwest and also submit his monthly allowance.
Throwing out those messy thoughts, Jiang Zhixun forced himself to sleep again.
Unexpectedly, he dreamed of Shen Qingqing again.
She was taking the train alone, encountering a man harassing her, leaving psychological scars.
She was afraid to sleep in the guesthouse room, leaving the light on, crying at the table alone.
She had fair skin, and when she cried, her nose turned red, as did her eyes.
She was also ill, crying until she fainted...
Before dawn, Jiang Zhixun appeared at the guesthouse with a grim expression.
Feeling like Shen Qingqing was driving him crazy.
Crying endlessly in his dreams, he couldn't rest easy without checking on her!