Chapter 3 Eighth Day of Every Month

  Du Xiaomo was also annoyed, and she heavily threw the test tube in her hand into the processing box. "Fine, I'm overthinking." She slammed the door and left after saying that.

  Zhan Yan's body slumped against the hard door panel, her palms covering her eyes, tears streaming out from between her fingers. Simple-minded Du Xiao Mo wouldn't understand, if she did that, it would only be self-inflicted humiliation, the wound was already bleeding profusely, why add insult to injury by sprinkling salt on it!

  She also gets hurt and feels pain, she is not as strong as imagined.

  Zhan Yan's condition was so bad that she couldn't undergo surgery, so she took sick leave and went home early.

  Her home was a garden house on the half-hill of Gaoxin District, to be more precise, it couldn't be called home, but a house bought by Ji Weiyan for her.

  Her slender body nestled in the bay window, quietly watching the scenery in the garden. There were no flowers or grasses in her garden, but a large area of golden French poplars were planted.

  She remembered that when she first stood here, pointing to the empty garden, she said to him with a flutter: I want to plant many French elms in the garden.

  He simply replied coldly, "Whatever."

  She actually wanted to tell him: In ancient legends, the Weng is male and the Tong is female. The Weng and Tong grow old together, live and die together. It symbolizes eternal love that remains unchanged until death.

  Outside the window, a gentle rain began to fall. In a daze, memories retreated back three years ago.

  That day, she caught Gao Yuxuan and Wei Xiangxiang in bed. These two people, one was her boyfriend, and the other was her own sister. Wei Xiangxiang cried and begged her to let go of Gao Yuxuan, saying they were truly in love.

  What else can she say? Zhan Yan thought she was a joke herself.

  Then, she went to a bar and got drunk, so drunk that she lost consciousness. The next day when she woke up, she was lying naked in Ji Weiyan's bed, the bright red stain on the sheet piercing her eyes and making her heart ache. She fled in disarray, but the next day, her one-night stand with Ji Weiyan was published in the newspaper, and both families were unable to show their faces because of this, so they had no choice but to get married.

  He married unwillingly, she was married reluctantly. Such a marriage surprisingly lasted for three years in the midst of turmoil, which is quite a miracle.

  Unconsciously, outside the window was already a piece of dark night. The antique grandfather clock emitted a low sound, one, two, and struck twelve times in total.

  The night is deep and quiet, making people feel suffocated.

  She rubbed her sore temples, her bare feet treading on the soft sheepskin rug as she felt her way along the wall to find the switch. But a long finger beat her to it, and with a click, the wall lamp was lit. Perhaps it was because she had been in the dark for too long, but the light stung her eyes, causing her to instinctively close them, and when she opened them again, there was a tall man standing in front of her.

  He narrowed his eyes and looked at her, with a strong smell of wine and a faint scent of tobacco on him.

  "How did you get back?" Zhan Yan blurted out.

  "Today is the eighth." He naturally took off his jacket and threw it on the sofa, then walked into the bathroom. Soon, the sound of rushing water came from inside.

  Zhan Yan slumped down on the sofa, bitter smile.

  Yes, today is the eighth, the one day a month he comes home.