She was clearly right in front of him, yet he couldn't have her. To him, this was a cruel torture.
Recently, he hadn't been sleeping well. Last night, he finally managed to fall asleep, only to be woken up by a phone call. Deep down, he was a little unhappy, so when he picked up the call, his tone was a little cold. But after a long time, there was no sound. He didn't know why, but in that moment, he felt that it was her.
He asked her a few times, but there was no sound. In the end, his sharp ears picked up the sound of sobbing. Even though it was short and weak, he could clearly tell that it was her voice.
She was crying... Crying alone in a foreign country.
Without a second thought, he started to call her back, but she didn't pick up.
The sound of her sobbing kept echoing in his ears. How could he fall asleep? He paced around the bedroom twice, changed his clothes, and flew straight to America.
He didn't know where she lived. He knew that even if he called, she might not tell him. He took her photo and went from house to house in Seattle. Luckily, he was lucky enough to meet someone who knew her, who told him where she lived.
His heart ached that she was hurt, but thankfully, it wasn't serious.
Now that he saw that she was fine, it was time for him to leave.
Xu Jiamu gently blinked, then said again, "I have something to do, I have to go."
He paused for a moment, then added, "Goodbye."
Then he headed for the door. When he passed the living room, he saw the medicine bottle on the floor, and reminded her, "Remember to apply the medicine. If it's not convenient, you can ask your husband for help."
Song Xiangsi's heart suddenly ached. She squeezed the spoon hard, and when Xu Jiamu reached out to turn the door, she finally couldn't help but say, "Jiamu."
"... Hm?" Xu Jiamu paused, and with his back facing her, he let out an "Mhm".
"When I called you yesterday, were you in Beijing?"
Xu Jiamu still didn't turn to look at her. After a moment of silence, he let out another "Mhm", but this time, he sounded certain.
"You were sleeping when I woke you up?"
This time, Xu Jiamu didn't make a sound.
"You couldn't get through to me, so you came to America? You're just going to treat me, cook me a meal, and then prepare to return to China? "
Song Xiangsi asked again, "Why did you do it?"
The room was completely silent, and there was an indescribable aura flowing around.
Xu Jiamu stood with his back facing her for a long while, before slowly turning his head to look at her with a warm expression. He stared into her eyes for a long while, then slightly curved his lips. He gave her a warm smile. "I said before, as long as you call me, I'll come over."
"I don't mean anything else. I just want you to be well."
This is probably the only thing I can do for you right now.
I will never be able to forget what your father said to me before he died.
During the eight years we were together, I owed you too much warmth. Now, I don't want to have you, I just want you to be well.
Xu Jiamu continued to smile faintly at her. "Eat your breakfast, it won't taste good when it's cold. I'm leaving."
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