I asked her more than once about her past, and she shook her head and said there was nothing about her past. She's a liar, she knows it, I can feel it, but she doesn't want to mention it.

Our private relationship can really be described as respectful and like a guest. She never asked me about my personal affairs, and she was very free of me, we never lived together, and even when I held her, I didn't feel any warmth.

If we hadn't gone to South Africa, I don't think I would have felt much for this woman in my life. Everything about her was so great, so great that I felt too vulgar.

I am willing to marry her and I want her to live with me for the rest of my life, simply because she is not like other women, she is completely uninterested in me. A prodigal son like me will either marry a woman who loves me deeply, or a woman who will absolutely let me go. Vivian, who belongs to the latter group.

I didn't expect that when I said I was going to South Africa, she said that she would accompany me too.

At that time, my heart was touched. Although we don't love each other, the warmth of the long stream of water is enough to make me feel warm.

She immediately applied for medical assistance in South Africa, and although we were delayed for a while because of Niuniu, we finally embarked on the journey to South Africa.

In South Africa, when there were only the two of us left, I began to feel the good things about Vivian.

She is gentle, delicate, can draw, write well, play the piano, and cook a table of good dishes. All of this I didn't notice before.

During those days in South Africa, my whole heart followed her pace and gradually slowed down. My original enthusiasm was gradually extinguished by her warmth like water, and I hugged her more and more, but she did not resist, did not respond at first, and then began to put her arms around my waist shyly.

Then I realized that this was also a rare woman, and I had easily obtained a treasure, but I had never cherished it. This trip to South Africa made me realize all kinds of good things about her.

Later, we went one step further. However, because we spent the night together, I always heard her talking in the middle of the night, calling a person's name, which was very jerky, not someone I usually came into contact with.

Sometimes, she sleepwalks, suddenly gets up in the middle of the night, and walks back and forth in the room. Her pajamas were all angel white, and it was quite scary to be so fluctuating in the middle of the night.

When I called her, she couldn't hear her, and when she walked back and forth, it seemed like she was talking to someone. That person wasn't me, she kept calling that name, the name I'd never heard before.

But when she woke up in the morning, she had forgotten it all. I asked her if she remembered what she said last night, and she shook her head, still smiling warmly.

I didn't tell her her nightmares, and I tried to hear the name clearly, but I always felt that the voice was so far away that I couldn't make out who it was.

Later, I began to sleep with her in my arms. As long as she was with me, I slept with her all night. I found that as long as I held her, she could sleep soundly all night.

I thought, maybe I'm overthinking, she's just too insecure.

I can gradually feel her dependence on me, she cares more and more about me, and the way we get along is gradually changing.

Just when I made up my mind to love well, she took her life in an instant because of a sudden illness. That was the first time I had ever said goodbye to my death, and strangely enough, on the first night of Vivian's death, she actually smiled at me in a dream and said, "Xiangwei, don't wait for me, I'm gone with him......

In the dream, I saw the shadow of a vague man, holding Vivian's hand, with a cold expression on his face and a strange glow in his eyes......

I woke up from my dream and felt like I was sweating at night. I went back to China and told me everything, but what I didn't tell her was that strange dream......

After the funeral, when I was sorting through Vivian's relics, I found a diary with a lock, the diary was a few years old, and the cover was printed with a bloody heart, which looked strange......

Driven by intense curiosity, I managed to open the lock, open the diary, and in an instant, all of Vivian's youthful memories came to mind......

Vivian in there completely subverted all my perceptions of her......

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