ouched and contaminated with saliva, but what does it matter They did everything they were supposed to do and everything they weren't supposed to do anyway.He furrowed his brows, preparing to stride t...Lin Ruochu was completely unwilling to give up and dialed again, even mentally preparing herself for the possibility that Fu Mo Han wouldn't answer.

When she heard the deep voice of Fu Mo寒 from her phone, she was startled and asked uncertainly, “Mo Han ge”

It was me.

Fu MoHan stood up and strode to the bedside, pushing open the window with one hand.

A slightly cool breath hit me, mingled with the scents of grass and flowers.

"Mo Han ge, you finally answered my call." Lin Ruochu seemed very excited, her voice trembling a little.

"I've been rather busy lately." His gaze drifted towards the distant road, the sky tinged with a faint gloom as streetlights flickered to life, stretching like a dragon into the distance.

"Is that so I thought I had done something, you don't want to see me." Lin Ruochu seemed endlessly wronged.

"You haven't done anything wrong, things have just been a bit hectic lately." Jian Mei casually furrowed his brow, facing Lin Ruochu. Although he wasn't like he used to be, he still couldn't truly be cold towards her.

"So, for our anniversary, could you come over"

Anniversary

For a moment, his thoughts were pulled back to the past, to their first date. Lin Ruochu had set that day as their anniversary.

"Mo Han ge, in the future we should celebrate this day every year, what do you think"

"Okay."

The coldness in his dark eyes softened slightly, but he still kept a distance, unseen yet palpable. "Ruochu, I can't..."

"You're not saying it!" Lin Ruochu loudly interrupted, cutting off Fu Mo Han's next words.

She knew him too well, knew Fu Mo Han's character. It was precisely because of this that she couldn't bear to hear it!

"Mo Han, I know what you're worried about, but please, just this once, can you give me a memory I don't want all that we shared during my sleep to vanish without a trace."

The voice of Lin Ruochu inside the receiver, choked and raspy, was like an invisible whip lashing fiercely at Fu Mochen's heart, causing intense pain and suffocation.

He was the one who wronged Lin Ruochu in this matter, and he was also the one who brought her pain today.

Fu Mo Han was full of self-blame, guilt, and a desire to make amends.

After a moment of silence, a deep voice slowly echoed in the quiet room, "Okay, I'll go with you."

"Really"

"Really."

"Then, tomorrow, I'll be waiting for you, Mo Han ge. I won't disturb you anymore." Lin Ruochu was overjoyed.

Hanging up her phone, a smile spread wider across her lips. She sprang from the bed and dashed to the closet, searching for the clothes she would wear to see Fu Mo Han tomorrow.

Fu Mo Han's agreement was only to say goodbye to the past. His mood heavy, he walked back to his desk and opened a drawer, his gaze falling on the lighter inside.

His long fingers held the lighter, his fingertips tracing over its surface idly for a while before flipping it back into the drawer.

He used to carry it with him.

Later, he would choose to forget.

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After dinner, Lin Jinran and Ji Yun Ting returned to the Fu residence. When they entered, Zhang Sao was resting, and Xiao Yu didn't like her anyway, so she didn't tell her that Fu Mo Han had come back.

Back in the bedroom, I took out the picture and looked at it carefully, getting a general idea of the person's physique.

Furrowing his brow in thought, Lin Jinran suddenly had an idea. She hurried to Fu Mo'han's dressing room and took out a suit of his from the wardrobe. Then she retrieved a tape measure from her suitcase and returned to the bedroom.

Laying him flat on the bed, I measured him and compared his measurements to the paper's garment size chart. This person's height and build are about the same as Fu Mo Han's.

If Fu Mochen were the model, perhaps whoever wore it would also fit well.such, it means the company doesn't need to operate anymore, which is a very serious matter.“When designs are similar, I can understand it as designers' ideas colliding. However, there are dozens of th...