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"Scar?" Song Beichuan frowned, then sneered, and spoke with a tone that made one's heart tremble with contempt: "What Scar? What game are you playing now? "

She stared blankly for a moment before withdrawing her hand and lowering her eyes.

So that argument hasn't happened yet?

However, what she really wanted to know was, 'Where is this'? Was it a dream? Or had she died and was now trapped in some inexplicable strange state? Or could it be that in the moment between life and death, she had returned to the past?

This... No, this is ridiculous, isn't it? But she couldn't think of any reasonable explanation.

Song Beichuan looked at his wife's unusual appearance and frowned in confusion. He was about to ask for her concern, but then he thought better of it. Anyway, it ended in a quarrel, so what else was there to ask?

Therefore, he sighed and said, "I'm very tired, so I'm not in the mood to play games with you."

He took off his tie, took a towel, and locked himself in the bathroom.

Under the shower, his wife's eyes were filled with confusion towards Song Beichuan. The relationship between them had already been at loggerheads for a long time. Whenever she looked at him, her eyes were filled with either hatred or hatred, and she didn't feel any tenderness or love at all.

However, what happened just now was abnormal … He didn't even know how to explain that look.

In fact, the moment he stepped into the room, he had already mentally prepared himself for a fierce argument.

He could almost imagine how Lin Xiaoqing would glare at him and begin to criticize him for his wrongdoings. Then, she would scold him in a disdainful tone, saying that he only knew how to drink outside, not caring about his family, not loving his wife, and all sorts of bizarre accusations.

But she didn't. Not at all.

She looked at him for a moment with an almost frightened expression, then looked at him as if he were some rare treasure, then walked slowly to him and reached out to touch his hair.

That pair of eyes that were as deep as water, it was as if she was still that Lin Xiaoqing who loved him dearly …

No, impossible!

Suddenly, he came back to his senses and immediately interrupted his thoughts. He thought to himself that the woman must be scheming something. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he was sure that Lin Xiaoqing would never look at him with that kind of affectionate gaze again, at least not in this lifetime.

With that in mind, he pressed the sprinkler switch. After a few minutes of simple washing, he wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped out of the bathroom, only to find that his wife was no longer in the room.

He was stunned for a moment. He was just wondering if she had gone into the living room to throw a tantrum again. She was acting awkward, but he could vaguely smell a strange fragrance in the air. It came from some kind of food?

Now, Song Beichuan was even more shocked … Is she … is she cooking? Are you cooking something at this time? How was this possible!

It had to be known that in the past year since their marriage, she had almost never cooked before. Even her child's side food had been prepared by her mother. How could she possibly cook in the middle of the night like this?

Boiled instant noodles were more or less the same!

With this conclusion, he sneered and decided to go to sleep at Guang Mu after changing into his home. However, Lin Xiaoqing knocked on the door that was already open.

"Don't sleep yet, I've cooked a bowl of soup. Do you want to drink a little before you sleep?" she whispered.

What? Decoction? Song Beichuan turned his head slowly and looked at the woman beside the door with a frown, as if she was speaking the language of another planet.

"Where did you get the soup in the middle of the night?" He thought it was some instant noodles she had bought from the outside.

"Of course I cooked it." She laughed dryly, but she was fully aware of his doubts.

Song Beichuan was silent for a moment. He wanted to reject her offer, but he didn't know if it was out of curiosity, or if he really needed a bowl of hot soup to soothe his alcoholic discomfort. In short, he softened his attitude, pursed his lips, and silently brushed past her shoulders as he headed in the direction of the kitchen.

He didn't even want to look at her.

Lin Xiaoqing's chest tightened. The pain was so intense that it felt as if a blade had ruthlessly sliced through it. Her eyes dimmed, and a feeling of helplessness welled up within her heart.

In the past, she thought that these unbearable memories wouldn't be able to hurt her in the slightest, but she never expected that they would once again 'appear at the scene'. Only now did she understand that she had overestimated herself …

That bowl of soup made Song Beichuan dream of a long time ago.

At that time, the two had just gotten married. Lin Xiaoqing had entered the auditorium with her pregnancy, so she hadn't had the chance to have a romantic month. Thus, she was tortured to death by the severe vomiting of her pregnancy.

He remembered very clearly that at that time, she could not eat at all. In order to let his wife eat something, he studied many recipes. Finally, he came up with a few vegetable soups that could help her supplement her nutrition.

However, such a life did not last long.

The new company soon fell into disarray. Whether it was personnel or business, problems of all sizes sprouted up. In order to stabilize the company, he spent almost all of his time on official business, with the exception of sleeping.

The split between husband and wife had begun at that time.

Then the alarm went off and he opened his eyes.

The aftertaste of his dream was still there. He thought back to those beautiful but short days, and also thought back to when he still loved her a lot … However, as rationality came back to life, the scenes of the arguments began to flood into his mind along with his memories. In the end, all that was left was a belly full of resentment and resentment, nothing more.

With that thought, Song Beichuan sighed heavily and turned over the bed impatiently, only to find that the person beside him was long gone.

He paused, a look of astonishment on his face. However, it was as if he had understood something as he laughed at himself. Ever since their relationship had fallen into a cold war, in order to avoid embarrassment or unnecessary arguments, Lin Xiaoqing had purposely made Guang Mu up after he left the house, and then went to bed before he entered the house.

Of course, things were always the exception. It seemed that one day, when she was in a bad mood, she would wait in the living room for him to get off work. Then she would make a ruckus, or intentionally sleep on the sofa so that he would see that scene before going out to work, making him feel guilty … All in all, she had a lot of unreasonable tricks up her sleeve, and he was used to them.

As usual, he washed and shaved in the bathroom, then changed into a suit and tie and walked out the door.

Suddenly, a fragrance that made people drool assaulted his nose. How the hell could she possibly wake up to make breakfast? That was something that would never happen even if the sky collapsed, not to mention last night's wine soup … "Hahahaha!" "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahh! Had she hit her head?

His eyebrows creased... Lin Xiaoqing was making breakfast?