Mu Yuanhang glanced at the nurse, who pushed the wheelchair and walked towards the nursing home building. He turned to Owen and said, "Young man, thank you so much for today, may I ask your surname?"

Owen hesitated for a moment and slowly spoke, "My surname is Mu." ”

"Yo, what a coincidence, we're still our family. Mu Yuanhang smiled and didn't think deeply.

"Mom...... How long has your wife been ill? Owen asked with concern.

Mu Yuanhang sighed, "It's been four or five years, and since Aze left, she hasn't remembered. There was self-blame and guilt in his eyes, and after a moment of silence, a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Sometimes I think about it, it's good that she doesn't remember, and there will be less pain." ”

The nurse pushed Mu Yuanhang and slowly left.

Owen froze in place. A gust of autumn wind passed through the corridor, and the wind swept up the sand and didn't know whether it fell in his eyes or heart, bringing down a tear in his eyes.

Lillian didn't leave the Park Hyatt last night, she had been staying downstairs, waiting for an opportunity.

If Owen didn't take his medicine on time, he would torture himself. And everything he did, Lillian could clearly feel, was for Ivy.

She was heartbroken and jealous, she had had a crush on Owen for so many years, but he was never thousands of miles away from her. She thought he was just arrogant and not close to women. But even if he doesn't accept his heart, she will be satisfied if she can stay by his side all the time.

But he was in love with Ivy, she was just their prey. Lilian thought about K's fate again, and a chill welled up in her heart.

She preferred to believe that Owen was just a hot head, and she was going to save him and pull him back from the edge of the cliff, even if it ruined the mission.

When she saw Ivy walking out of the hotel alone with her backpack, she smiled freely, her eyes shooting a cold light, like a female leopard looking for prey.

Ivy gets into a taxi, and Lillian follows on a motorcycle. The car had only opened two intersections, and she had already realized that Ivy was going back to her home.

Half an hour later, the taxi stopped at the entrance of the complex. After Ivy got out of the car, she walked straight towards the community, completely unaware that she was followed by a person who was eyeing her.

As soon as she stepped into the community, more than a dozen children in school uniforms roared past her, and neatly dressed office workers passed by her without squinting.

Ivy entered the house, threw her bag away, and rushed into the room looking for the pendant. It's been almost a decade, and she's long since forgotten where to put it.

Because she never buys or wears jewelry, she doesn't have a special jewelry box like other girls. Like looking for a needle in a haystack, she rummaged through boxes and cabinets, and even found the composition text of the elementary school, but still did not find the small pendant.

The more she couldn't find her, the more impatient she became, turning the room into a mess. She searched for it, her mind desperately recalling, and when she looked up, an orange box at the top of the bookshelf caught her eye.

She stepped on the stool, pointed her toes, stretched out her arms tremblingly, and removed the box. The moment the lid was opened, memories flooded back.

The box contains all the memories of her and Mu Tianze, the love letters he wrote to her, the ticket stubs of the movies, the photos taken together, and the gifts he gave to himself on every birthday, festival, and anniversary.

She remembered that it was five years ago after he left, and she couldn't bear to throw them away, and she didn't dare to face them, so she sealed them in the corner of the room.

Now that these things could no longer stir up waves in her heart, she turned the box upside down, and finally found the pendant that Owen had given her in a small cloth bag.

Her hanging heart finally fell, and she excitedly held it in her hand and played with it. The size of the pendant is about the size of a one-dollar coin, and the lettering and patterns on it are delicate and textured. Due to not wearing it for many years, the surface has oxidized and turned black, but this layer of black pulp seems to carry the taste of time, making it bright but not shining, and has a unique charm.

Ivy carefully held it in the palm of her hand like a priceless jewel, reluctant to put it down.

She was about to leave the house when the doorbell rang. Is it a courier? I haven't bought anything lately, she wonders.

She looked out through the cat's eye on the door and saw a young girl standing in the doorway with a familiar face. After a moment's thought, she opened the door unsuspectingly.