Unexpectedly, it remained in mint condition despite how many years had passed. All of a sudden, Han Muzi’s emotions became complicated. Despite the swirling emotions inside, the corners of her mouth curled upward. When I left five years ago, Ye Moxuan did not get rid of the small cabinet. That must mean that at that time, he…
As her thoughts trailed off, she reached out and softly touched the surface of the cabinet, then slowly opened it. Upon opening the cabinet doors, she discovered that the contents in it overlapped with the image she had in her memory. Her hand that held the cabinet door shook as she stood frozen in place. It isn’t just the cabinet; everything I left in it is still there.
The cleaning staff Xiao Su had hired were professionals. He had instructed them to only clean the house, and leave every other thing—from big to small—untouched in their original state. Looking at it now, a wave of emotions moved her heart.
When Ye Moxuan saw the small cabinet, his headache intensified. Leaning against the door, the scenery in front of him seemed to change slowly. Initially, in his eyes, there was only Han Muzi crouching beside the cabinet, but now, there was a figure of another person.
A tall and large man was sitting in an office chair. In a quiet room, he sat not too far from the cabinet, his gaze never once leaving the cabinet. To those who were unaware, they would not know what he was looking at. However, at this moment, Ye Moxuan clearly understood that the cabinet was the only memory she had left behind in this room after she left. Since she never came back to retrieve her items, the contents of the cabinet had remained, and thus, became a memory to him.
In an endless cycle, he had gone to and from work every single day, searching for news of her whereabouts and staring at the only memory of her in this house. As soon as he came into the room, he would sit in his office chair and blank out. Then, memories of the past when they still lived together would surface in his mind; every word and every smile of hers filling up his heart and his mind. Alas… he did not know how long had passed, but he stopped coming to this place. Still, everything in here had been left just as it was—completely unchanged.
These memories flashed through his mind quickly—like fireworks on New Year’s Eve—then vanished without a trace again. His headache intensified. Pursing his lips, his brows furrowed deeply, forming three deep lines on his forehead. Cold sweat dripped down his forehead.
Ye Moxuan calmed himself down and extricated himself from his memories with great difficulty. As his vision cleared, those scenes disappeared as well. Before his eyes, only Han Muzi, who was standing in front of the cabinet in a daze, was left. It seemed that she, like him, held a special attachment to the cabinet.
Watching her as she stretched out and gently touched the clothes with her white fingertips, another wave of pain came over him. Unable to bear it any longer, he almost groaned out loud. If she saw him like that, she would worry again. So, without any hesitation, he turned around and left.
Han Muzi was immersed in her memories and did not notice his absence. Touching the clothes one by one, something fell onto her arm. Lowering her head, she realized that it was a drop of tear. Subconsciously, she froze to the spot; she did not dare to reach out to wipe away the tears on her face. She did not realize she could be moved to tears by a cabinet. If he saw her now, he would definitely laugh at her. No, I must not let him see.
Pretending to reach inside, she hid her face among the clothes and wiped away her tears with the clothes. Then, taking a deep breath, she steadied her emotions and went back to normal. Perhaps she was feeling guilty, so when she turned her head, there was a smile on her face. “I can’t believe this cabinet is still here. At first, it had not been easy for me to get this cabinet for myself. You were…”
Halfway through her sentence, she stopped talking because Ye Moxuan was nowhere to be found. Stunned, her expression was full of surprise and doubt. Wasn’t he just standing right there? In the time I was staring at the cabinet, he disappeared? Did something happen? As the thought crossed her mind, her expression changed, and she hurriedly stepped forward to look for him.
After leaving the room, she noticed him standing at the end of the corridor by the window. At present, his back was facing her and he had one hand on the window. Walking toward him with uncertainty, she did not call out to him. As she approached, she saw that the veins on the back of his hands were popping out.
Ye Moxuan endured the pain that came crashing down on him wave after wave as he tried to suppress it. In the blink of an eye, his back was drenched in a cold sweat. Not only did his headache fail to subside, but it was also increasing in intensity. At this moment, he heard soft footsteps approaching him from behind. His pupils contracted, and a change came over his expression immediately. Wiping away the sweat with his bare hands, he turned back to look at Han Muzi. “Are you done?”
His gaze was calm and his voice was as usual—nothing seemed out of place—but she stared at him unblinkingly. Smiling faintly, he walked up to her. “What’s wrong?”
Saying nothing, she continued to stare at him. Finally, she asked, “Isn’t that what I should be asking you? What’s wrong with you?”
Hearing that, his thin lips curved upward slightly. “What do you mean what’s wrong with me?”
Looking at him in his current state, she couldn’t help frowning. She chewed on her bottom lip as she watched him. “Are you feeling unwell again?”
“No, I just came out for some air and admired the scenery while I was at it,” he replied.
He lied through his teeth as if the man who was clutching the window in pain from before was a completely different person. His attitude made her mad and sorrowful at the same time. She was angry at him for hiding it away from her and letting her be oblivious to his pain. On the other hand, she felt sorrowful that he was in this condition, yet he was still hiding it from her. Are you afraid that I will worry?
The more she mulled over it, the more her heart hurt for him. She wanted to scold him soundly, but he was already in such a poor condition. If she unleashed her temper on him, he would have to comfort her instead. If he, who was already in so much pain, still had to comfort her, how much more pain would he be in? Contemplating it, she smiled lightly. Then, acting as if she believed him, she asked softly, “What’s there to see downstairs? Did you have a look at the cabinet I showed you just now?”
The cabinet… At the mention of the cabinet, his head throbbed again.
Noticing a slight twitch at the corner of his eyes, Han Muzi realized she should not bring up the cabinet. Therefore, she changed the topic. “Oh, yeah! I just remembered that there is a garden at the back. Why don’t we take a stroll there? The air should be better there.”
Ye Moxuan’s pale lips split into a smile as he nodded gently. “Sure.”
