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8

Upon learning the whole truth, Zhou Fuchuan defied orders and rushed out, boarding the train back to my hometown.

He thought, I love him so much, I definitely wouldn't really abandon him.

I might just be angry for a moment, it's okay, he will spend the rest of his life making it up to me, and we'll still have many smart and lovely children.

There's still time for everything.

But what Zhou Fuchuan didn't expect was that I truly decided to leave him.

When I saw him at the door of my house, I wasn't surprised.

But there was no trace of joy on my face either.

In my eyes, he seemed to have become a stranger unrelated to me.

Since An'an passed away, I seemed to have lost the ability to perceive changes in external emotions.

I passed by him expressionlessly, arriving at my carefully tended little garden.

The garden was full of sunflowers.

An'an's favorite flowers were sunflowers, always yearning for the sun, always yearning for youth.