Fog clears from Hong Kong Island

Chapter 200 What a blessing
After applying the medicine, Xi Jinbai put away the spray and asked her if she was feeling better.

Sang Yu sat on his lap and said softly, "Hmm."

Xi Jinbai leaned back on the leather chair and stared at her leisurely, "Do you still dare in the future?"

Sang Yu remained silent.

We’ll talk about the rest later.

Xi Jinbai stretched out his hand to clasp her chin, and rubbed his lips with his fingertips, neither light nor heavy. Every move he made was particularly ambiguous, "Did I say your mouth is too small?"

Sang Yu retorted, "No, it's obviously because you are too..."

The words suddenly stopped at the tip of his mouth.

"Huh?" Xi Jinbai raised his eyebrows, with a smile in his eyes, "finished."

"I won't tell you." Sang Yu's ears felt hot and he changed the subject, "I'm hungry."

Xi Jinbai ruffled her hair and said, "I ordered food and it should be delivered soon."

Ordered the pumpkin porridge from Yipin Porridge.

Her mouth was so chewed that she couldn't eat anything but porridge.

In the afternoon, Sang Yu stayed in the lounge and took a nap. When he woke up, he lay on the bed and turned on the projection screen to watch TV to pass the time.

Xi Jinbai finished his work early at 5:30 and took her out on a date.

I watched a newly released movie, visited the night market, and then drove home.

In order to facilitate commuting to work, I didn't go back to Xi's house and stayed in a villa in the city.

It was like this for several days in a row. Nothing special happened, but just being together made me feel happy.

The wound would itch from time to time during the healing stage, and Sang Yu always wanted to scratch it. Xi Jinbai would hold her and kiss her to distract her attention every time. Finally, they kissed her and went to the bed, making her dripping with sweat.

Although it takes a lot of energy, it works every time.

After staying in Sioux City for a week, I was going to return to Hong Kong Island to have the stitches removed on the 17th.

Xi Jinbai naturally wanted to accompany her, so he had to deal with the work for the next few days in advance.

He had to work overtime on the night of the 16th, and Sang Yu was waiting for him at home.

Feeling bored, she went to the study room to find a book to read.

His study room is larger than the two guest bedrooms combined. The bookshelves are neatly piled with books, like walking into a library. Collection-level precious calligraphy and paintings are hung on the walls, and the smell of books is strong.

The air is filled with the faint fragrance of ink.

Sang Yu walked around in front of the bookshelf and finally found a few books on fashion design from a pile of financial books.

There is a book "History of World Clothing" that she has always wanted, but it is out of print on the market. Many bookstores she found before did not have this book, but she did not expect that Xi Jinbai had it.

It's really a treasure house.

She took the book and sat down at the desk to read.

This book covers the clothing design elements, clothing structure and process design of the last century, and also analyzes the positioning of the clothing market with many key points.

Sang Yu has the habit of taking notes when reading, and will circle important places for easy retrieval next time.

She opened the drawer of her desk to find a pen, but accidentally saw many tickets piled up in the corner, confusion flashed across her face.

Why did Xi Jinbai keep so many air tickets? After being together for so long, I never knew he had the habit of collecting air tickets.

Driven by curiosity, she took out all the air tickets and browsed them one by one. She was surprised to find that the more than 30 tickets above were all round-trip air tickets to Paris, from June last year to early July this year.

It happened to be the year she was studying in Paris.

Sang Yu was stunned.

Although I knew he had come to Paris to see me, I didn't expect him to come so many times.

Scroll further down, and there are thirty more air tickets, landing in New Zealand, Malaysia, Venice, Vancouver, Sydney and Iceland.

These cities are all places she has traveled through.

The dates also match up.

So he was always there? He just didn't show up to disturb her. There are 68 round-trip tickets in total.

Each flight lasts almost ten hours, and the round trip takes twenty or thirty hours.

He was so busy working, I couldn't imagine how he did it.

Sang Yu's fingertips trembled slightly.

After being lost for a long time, I finally regained consciousness, sorted out the tickets and put them back in the drawer.

I was just looking at the ticket and didn't notice that there was an envelope underneath.

She didn't pay attention at first, but when she saw that the stamp on the envelope looked familiar, she must have seen it somewhere.

With her good memory, she recalled the Time Post Office on Hong Kong Island, where she once wrote a letter, and chose this stamp.

She took out the envelope and turned it over to the back. Sure enough, the recipient and address on it were hers.

Sang Yu was full of doubts. Why was her letter in Xi Jinbai's place?
The envelope had signs of being opened, so he had obviously read it.

Therefore, he already knew that the person he had a crush on was him.

As for how early, only Xi Jinbai knew.

Now the envelope has been opened again.

Her handwriting was no longer the only one on the letterhead.

On the front is the letter she wrote to herself, and on the back is Xi Jinbai's calligraphy.

The brush strokes are vigorous and powerful, and the fonts are neat and smooth, and they appear vividly on the paper.

Sang Yu read down word by word.

[Yu Yu, when I accidentally saw this letter, my mind was in chaos. I was shocked, panicked, at a loss, and distressed. In the end, it all turned into regret and panic.

I'm sorry, I forgot our first encounter. It turns out that we crossed paths nine years ago.

How lucky I am to be loved by you and to be in your heart for so many years.

I'm sorry for ignoring your feelings all this time.

I reflected on myself over and over again, why I was so slow and why I didn't realize it earlier. In fact, I had to be you.

From the moment I agreed to stay with you, you are different from others. I like your honesty and appreciate your talent. You are well-behaved and sensible, filial and kind, hardworking and tenacious. Everything about you attracts me. .

It's just that I realized it too late. When I wanted to save you, you had already let go.

I'm sorry for letting you walk on this road alone for so long and causing you so many grievances. I don't know how to make up for it. Maybe I can't make up for it in this life.

You told me not to wait for you, but I know that I will definitely wait.

Even if you never look back, I will always stand behind you.

I love you, love you very much.

If there is a next life, I hope we can meet again. I will love you first and then I will chase you. 】

Tears burst from Sang Yu's eyes and stained the letter paper with hot crystal water, blurring the handwriting.

Eyelashes are wet and vision is blurry.

She raised her hand to wipe the tears from her face.

His chest rose and fell slightly, his chest was filled with soreness, and his heart was tightened and wrinkled.

The secret love in girlhood was responded to after many years.

During the more than a year they were together, she was not the only one who gave her love in one direction.

The road to secret love was long and dark, and she walked alone for a long time. Finally, a crack was torn open in the clouds, a golden thread broke through, and the light penetrated everything and shone into her world.

The study was quiet except for the ticking sound of the clock passing by.

Sang Yu sat at the desk for a long time, and his mood gradually eased.

Around eight o'clock, footsteps came from outside, stepping on the marble floor calmly and vigorously.