Shadow and Light: The Bride Who Clicks Her Way to Love-Chapter 378 - 391: Jue Moves In

She looked at the photographs one by one; they were meticulously arranged, even with dates carefully marked.

Some details were so distant she could hardly recall, like a photo of a bird she had posted on a photography forum years ago. He had stuck a small label beneath the photo, noting it was taken when she was sixteen, by a pond near her home.

Her heart was filled with indescribable emotions.

Had he lived looking at these photos all these years?

She turned to him; his long, beautiful eyes still quietly gazed at her, concealing complex emotions deep within. Unable to bear such a gaze, she couldn’t help but speak, "Why do you keep these pretentious things? Why not include photos of the fire incident site, or perhaps they might prompt you to reflect on how despicable you’ve been."

He let her curse without retorting.

Han looked at them uneasily, tugging at her sleeve, "Mom, I’m hungry."

Su Xingyu couldn’t afford to continue arguing with him and left holding her child’s hand.

After accompanying the child for dinner, she coaxed the child to sleep.

Once the child was asleep, she couldn’t fall asleep herself, so she draped a coat over her shoulders and strolled to the warehouse in the back garden, in the place where she found Han. The warehouse was unlit and very dark, only a faint moonlight gently spilled down.

Mechanical parts were stacked all around. She recalled the first time Lu Shifeng brought her here; he said whenever he faced tough decisions or encountered difficulties, he would come here alone to be with these parts, and piece by piece, the problems would be resolved.

This was like his secret base.

Did placing her photos here mean she was also part of his secrets?

She wandered off in thought, unknowingly approaching the secret room from earlier in the day. Unexpectedly, she saw a tall figure standing inside, dressed in a meticulously tailored suit, handsome features half-hidden in the shadow, deep and silent.

Lu Shifeng.

Why was he here too?

She wanted to turn and leave, but it was already too late. Lu Shifeng saw her and called out softly, "Xingyu."

For some reason, she only wanted to conceal her presence, and somewhat stiffly said, "I just came to check whether the door is closed properly, otherwise if Han runs here to play during the day, it’ll be a disaster."

He stepped closer to her, lowering his head to look at the girl who haunted his thoughts day and night.

Under the moonlight, she was beautiful, one side of her face faintly translucent like a fairy, but the other side was gradually hidden in darkness, scarred and startling, attesting to the inhumane torture she had been subjected to.

He gently caressed the injured side of her face.

That was his sin.

She seemed startled, instinctively tilting her head like avoiding snakes and scorpions, evading his hand.

"Xingyu," he called hoarsely.

Her slight panic in her eyes faded, replaced by a trace of anger, "Lu Shifeng, we’re no longer involved, keep your hands to yourself!"

"You’re still my wife," he said, "both legally and in my heart."

"Dream on."

"Xingyu, let me compensate you."

"Ridiculous, what can you possibly offer?" Her anger flared, could such a simple statement sweep away all these years of suffering alongside Han? And the twin sister of Han who died right after birth—if she hadn’t been pregnant under such humiliating circumstances, or if she had been better cared for during pregnancy, would the other twin have survived? Every time she thought of these, her heart was filled with bitterness.

He said, "I’ll use everything I have to compensate. Xingyu, Ouyang Yi is looking for you, causing a storm outside, and you temporarily can’t leave my protection range. Han also has to endure a period of grievance following you. Shall I bring Jue over? So he can keep Han company, and Mrs. Gui and Mr. Zhong can come back to take care of all three of you."

Ever since the big fire four years ago, Lu Shifeng had moved out to live elsewhere.

Mrs. Gui and Mr. Zhong had followed him to the new residence, taking care of the sickly Jue, and Zhuang Heng.

Not long ago Su Xingyu was brought back to this villa by Lu Shifeng. Although Lu Shifeng had called Mrs. Gui and Mr. Zhong to greet her, after the greetings he still had them return to the other residence to take care of Jue, as Jue was seriously ill and couldn’t be left alone.

Whereas many of the servants on Su Xingyu’s side were unfamiliar faces, and she wasn’t necessarily comfortable using them.

She recalled the sickly child, inexplicably feeling a piercing pain in her heart, and asked Lu Shifeng, "How is Jue’s sickness?"

Lu Shifeng said, "His heart is increasingly struggling, but there’s news about a donor; it’s a child suffering from another disease who is near death and cannot be cured. I have arranged for him to be admitted to the hospital, and once he passes away, we’ll perform the surgery on Jue."

This time, he finally remembered to find someone who was near death, instead of a living heart.

She mockingly commented, "Mr. Lu is truly benevolent to have the patience to wait for the child to die this time?"

He knew she was resentful about the time he nearly took Han’s heart, and just said, "Jue cried terribly last time, probably didn’t want a living donor, so it’s to accumulate virtue for him. Xingyu, considering that Jue indirectly saved Han’s life, will you permit me to move him over here? He is also a lonely child, just like Han."

Su Xingyu’s heart ached again, remembering that the child not only had heart disease but also autism.

"Can autism feel loneliness?" she asked aloud, as if questioning him or speaking to herself.

He replied, "Loneliness, even if he personally might not recognize it."

She wanted to scoff at him, how could it be loneliness if one doesn’t feel it oneself? Yet for some reason, she suddenly remembered this man before her with a mild social impairment, maybe he had never felt loneliness either? But how could someone who isn’t lonely cover his secret base with photos filled with reminiscence?

She suddenly found herself speechless.

With her tacit consent, the next day, Lu Shifeng brought Jue over.

In the garden where white roses bloomed, the child was carefully carried out of the black Bentley; his small figure was shorter than the rose bushes, delicate as if he would fall with a gust of wind.

Zhuang Heng accompanied them.

Su Xingyu didn’t expect to meet her, and hesitated a bit.

Years had passed, and the time seemed not to have left many marks on Zhuang Heng, who was still wearing tailored suits, her meticulously styled long curly hair, subtly made-up appearance, looking very beautiful.

Upon seeing Su Xingyu, Zhuang Heng’s voice was gentle but seemed poisoned, "Su Xingyu, I don’t know why you insist on moving Jue here; is having Shifeng by your side not enough? Promise me, don’t harm my child."

She appeared as a reticent victim.

Su Xingyu’s face turned cold, glancing at the other person getting out of the Bentley—Lu Shifeng.

She agreed to have Jue move over; she never agreed for Zhuang Heng to come along too!