You Are My Unforgettable Love

Shen Liangchuan stood outside the room door.

He looked at the door silently and extended his hand. Just a light push and the thin door separating him and Qiao Lian would be out of the way.

But… what then, after the door had been opened?

How was he going to explain the matter relating Song Yuanxi?

His hand froze for a moment. Finally, he let it drop down.

In the master bedroom.

Qiao Lian was lying on the bed on her side, propping her head on her hand while the other rested on the side.

She stared blankly into space. Her vision merely extended to the golden light from the sunset that fell on her bedside table.

He still wouldn’t explain… Why? Was it because he felt guilty? Because he still could not let go of that “old friend”?

As she bit her lip, she heard footsteps just outside the room door.

She sat up, looking at the door.

The door that separated them.

But no one could know what would greet them after the door was opened. Would it be happiness and joy? Or would it be permanent separation…

She clenched her fists nervously, thinking of a million and one possibilities.

But after a long while, she heard his footsteps again, this time fading away.

She felt her heart emptying, like a mirror in this empty house.

She sat on the bed staring blankly, feeling as though her chest was stuffed with wads of cotton wool so that she couldn’t breathe.

She heard Song Yuanxi’s voice echoing in her head, “Brother Liangchuan’s heart has only room for my sister!”

These words were like an evil chant that seemed to have rooted itself firmly in her mind.

Even though conscious that she should not think too much of it… she had only been with Shen Liangchuan for a bit more than two months. Could Shen Liangchuan really let go of his first love and love her?

She clenched her fists tightly.

Scenes of their lives together after they had gotten married flashed in her mind like a slideshow.

It was no wonder that at the beginning of their marriage, he had always been so stern with her.

Perhaps at that time he had hated himself? He hadn’t wanted to touch her because his first love was still very much on his mind?

The more she thought about it, the heavier her heart felt.

It was as though the air had been sucked out completely from the bedroom.

She suddenly threw aside her blanket, got up and walked to the bedroom door.

She pushed the door open. The living room was empty.

Then as if remembering something, she suddenly looked up. Indeed, the lights in the room of the third floor had been switched on.

Her eyes darkened.

Song Yuanxi had said that the room on the third floor held all the memories of Shen Liangchuan and his first love.

Auntie Li had also mentioned before that, apart from Shen Liangchuan, no one had even been inside that room.

So then, it seemed Shen Liangchuan himself did the cleaning and dusting for that room.

Having been married to Shen Liangchuan for this long, Qiao Lian knew him at least that much.

He was obsessive-compulsive and did not like touching dusty and dirty things.

She wondered how much dust covered that room.

Standing there with her fists clenched, she felt like she was choking.

Not quite sure who exactly she was trying to get even with, but she stood there stubbornly, waiting to see how long he was going to stay in that room.

All her life, the only sort of love she had known was the whole-hearted one. She had never thought that a man could love two women at the same time.

She bit her lip, suddenly feeling like a fool—a complete fool.

Her gaze was stubbornly fixed on the third floor, as though wanting to make her eyes see through the walls, see what exactly was in that room, see his true love…