Xu Jiamu and Song’s father lived in a room, while Song Xiangsi lived in a room alone.

There is only a white wall between the two rooms.

The next morning, Song Xiangsi woke up and went to the next room. The door was opened by her father and Xu Jiamuren was not in the room.

My father's spirit seemed far from being better than yesterday, and he was even a little depressed. He just opened a door for her. After walking about ten meters away, he was so tired that he was panting.

Song Xiangsi helped her father to sit on the sofa. Before she could speak, Song's father spoke slowly and said, "Last night, Xiao Xu almost didn't sleep much all night."

"My stomach was a little uncomfortable and kept running to the toilet. He carried me on his back every time. In the middle of the night, I accidentally peed on the bed. He changed my clothes and wiped my body. He gave me his bed to sleep. He kept me on the side all night, and he washed my clothes..."

As Song's father said, he raised his hand and pointed to the two clothes hanging in front of the window.

"You can see that Xiao Xu is really good. He is sincere to you. I am really relieved to have him with you in the future..."

Song's father also said a lot of good things about Xu Jiamu, but Song Xiangsi didn't listen to a word. He just stared at Xu Jiamu's clothes and stared blankly.

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Xu Jiamu returned to the hotel and carried several bags in his hand.

Everyone left in a hurry last night and didn't bring any clothes. Xu Jiamu went to the airport mall to buy two sets of clothes for Song Xiangsi and Song's father from the inside to the outside, and rented a car and bought two breakfasts.

Song's father remained unchanged. Xu Jiamu sat next to him, patiently holding the spoon and feeding the porridge that Song's father drank spoon by spoon.

Song Xiangsi sat opposite, looking at the scene in front of her, her eyes became a little wet for no reason. She lowered her head and did not dare to look at the picture in front of her, for fear that she would have been watching it for a little longer, and finally she finally felt firm in her heart and then shook again.

In her memory, Xu Jiamu is the typical young master who can stretch out his hands and eat. Once upon a time, he has changed, becoming delicate, taking good care of people, giving people a reliable sense of security and dependence, and making people feel at ease and warm in their hearts with him.

If he had been with her for eight years, he had a moment in front of her, perhaps she would not have been ashamed at the beginning and would not have forced herself to leave him so decisively.

Now, as she wished, he has finally become a good man worth entrusting for his life, but it has nothing to do with her.

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At 11 o'clock in the morning, Xu Jiamu settled the house account and drove the car he rented back to their hometown with Song Xiangsi and Song's father.

The airport is about 400 kilometers away from the small town where Song Xiangsi was born. It took about five hours to walk on the road until nearly five o'clock in the afternoon, and finally arrived at Song Xiangsi's hometown.

After Song's father went to Beijing for treatment, no one lived there again, and the house was a little dirty.

Xu Jiamu, who had not had a good sleep all night last night and drove for another day, rolled up his sleeves without any complaints, cleaned the room inside and out, and then went out to buy vegetables, cook in person, and cook dinner.
Chapter completed!