The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

Broken bones for a hundred days.

Chen Zhi's left leg was in a cast for four months.

Over these four months, the cicadas' chirping in Wuhan turned into the autumn winds of Beijing, and finally, the first snow of early winter arrived.

Chen Zhi finally understood what "retribution" meant.

Lin Wanwan truly achieved "not disturbing each other".

She cancelled all her engagements, stopped updating her social media accounts, and seemed to vanish from the internet. Chen Zhi could only receive a WeChat message from Su Man every month: "She's alive, not depressed, don't ask anymore."

Pei Ningxue also completely cut off contact.

Dai Dama could occasionally see traces of her login in the internal network backend late at night. The IP address kept changing, from London to Edinburgh, and then to Zurich.

She used this method to tell Chen Zhi: I am watching you, but I just can't see you.

For the past four months, only Li Zhiyi has been by Chen Zhi's side.

From my hometown in Jiangcheng to Wanliu Academy in Beijing, from the heat of summer to the beginning of winter.

She travels between Renmin University and Wanliu Academy every day to buy groceries, cook, make bone broth, and accompany him to the hospital for check-ups.

She never mentioned Lin Wanwan, nor did she ever ask about Pei Ningxue.

She was like a calm lake, embracing all of Chen Zhi's anxiety and guilt.

On November 15th, Beijing experienced its first snowfall.

In the orthopedic clinic of Peking University Third Hospital, a doctor used a small electric saw to cut open the cast on Chen Zhi's leg.

The moment the plaster peeled off, a foul odor that had been lingering for months was released.

Chen Zhi frowned in disgust, but Li Zhiyi acted as if she didn't smell it. She took a warm, damp towel and squatted down to wipe away the remaining skin flakes from his calves.

"Li Zhiyi, what are you after?" Chen Zhi couldn't help but ask, looking at her fluffy hair.

Li Zhiyi didn't even look up, her movements were very light: "I'm worried because your leg is broken now, you can't run away."

Chen Zhi was speechless.

"The recovery is going well; the callus has healed. However, you'll still need to use a single crutch for the next two weeks and avoid strenuous running and jumping," the doctor explained, looking at the X-ray.

Chen Zhi stepped on the ground, but his left leg felt weak, and the muscles had atrophied from prolonged inactivity.

Li Zhiyi immediately handed over the cane.

This walking stick was bought by Lin Wanwan.

Chen Zhi held his cane and watched as Li Zhiyi squatted down to help him pull down his trouser legs and carefully tied his shoelaces.

"I can do it myself." Chen Zhi reached out to help her.

Li Zhiyi slapped his hand away: "The doctor said you can't bend over too hard, your ribs haven't fully healed yet."

She stood up, a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

Back at Wanliu Academy.

Li Zhiyi folded up the wheelchair and pushed it into the storage room.

Chen Zhi threw away his crutches and took two slow steps while holding onto the wall.

This feeling of being grounded gave him a sense of being in another world.

He walked to the kitchen door and looked at Li Zhiyi, who was washing fruit.

After four months of living together day and night, the two were like a real old married couple.

Li Zhiyi would wash his clothes carefully, remember when he took his medicine, and massage his back all night long when he couldn't sleep because of rib pain.

But the more he did this, the heavier Chen Zhi's sense of guilt became.

She had lost a significant amount of weight; her already slender waist appeared even thinner in the loose sweater.

Chen Zhi walked over and hugged her from behind.

Li Zhiyi's body stiffened visibly, and the apple in her hand slipped into the sink, splashing water everywhere.

"Stop it, my hands are all wet."

"Don't make a fuss." Chen Zhi rested his chin on her shoulder, his voice very soft. "Zhiyi, these past four months have been tough on you."

Li Zhiyi turned off the tap.

She grabbed a towel from the side, wiped her hands, turned around, and leaned against the kitchen counter, looking at Chen Zhi.

The two were very close, and Chen Zhi could see her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

"Chen Zhi".

"Um?"

Your leg is better now.

"right."

Are you going to see her?

Chen Zhi was stunned.

He knew who "she" was when Li Zhiyi spoke of.

Lin Wanwan made a one-year promise, and he couldn't go. If he went, it would be breaking the promise, and he would never see that gift again.

The girl Li Zhiyi asked was "at Peking University".

Chen Zhi looked into Li Zhiyi's calm eyes. Her lack of competitiveness over the past four months didn't mean she didn't care. She was simply waiting, waiting for Chen Zhi's leg to heal, waiting for him to make his choice.

"I..." Chen Zhigang tried to speak.

The cell phone in the living room suddenly rang.

It's Dai Da Mao's exclusive ringtone.

Chen Zhi walked over and answered it.

"Brother Zhi! He's come back to life!" Dai Da Mai's voice was excited.

"You're the one who's come back to life! Spit it out!"

"No, it's President Pei's account that just logged in!"

Chen Zhi's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Where is the IP address? Is it still in Europe?"

"Not in Europe!" Dai Dama swallowed hard. "In Beijing! And not only did she log in, she also retrieved the company's financial reports for the past four months!"

Dai Da-mai said urgently, "I checked the specific location; it's right at Peking University!"

Chen Zhi suddenly turned his head and looked at the falling snow outside the window.

Pei Ningxue has returned to China.

Moreover, it's right here at Peking University.

Chen Zhi hung up the phone and grabbed his coat from the sofa.

Li Zhiyi stood at the kitchen doorway, quietly watching him.

The living room was so quiet that the only sounds were the wind blowing and snow falling outside the window, and the radiator hummed softly.

Chen Zhi glanced at the carbon fiber cane but ultimately didn't take it.

He walked to the entrance, changed his shoes, put his hand on the doorknob, paused for a few seconds, and turned his head.

"Zhiyi, I..."

"Go ahead." Li Zhiyi walked over and straightened his coat collar, her tone calm and undisturbed.

She even helped him pull the zipper up a bit.

"It's snowing outside. Your leg was just taken out of the cast, so don't catch a cold."

Chen Zhi gave her a deep look, said nothing, turned around and pushed open the door to leave.

The moment the door closed, Li Zhiyi stood there, listening to the footsteps fading into the distance in the corridor.

She looked down at the half-washed apple in the sink, reached out and scooped it up, water droplets dripping from her fingertips.

For the past four months, she thought she could get used to this stolen peace and stability.

But when Chen Zhi grabbed her coat and rushed out the door without hesitation, she realized that she was actually not generous at all.

Her eyes finally reddened little by little. Li Zhiyi bit her lip, put the apple back in the sink, and murmured softly.

"fraud."

The elevator at Wanliu Academy descended rapidly.

Chen Zhi looked at his reflection in the elevator wall and took a deep breath.

It's been four months.

Pei Ningxue, you've finally shown yourself.

He pushed open the unit door and was met with the biting wind and snow of early winter in Beijing.

His left leg was throbbing, but he couldn't care less.

He flagged down a taxi and opened the door.

"Master, to Peking University, Guanghua School of Management."