Don't call me a singing god, I just want to go back to doing scientific research.

The new house is very large. In addition to the master bedroom, there are two guest bedrooms on the second floor, each with its own bathroom.

Gu Yang casually pushed open a door and slipped inside quietly.

He leaned against the door, his heart still pounding.

The alcohol, combined with the excitement and exhilaration of the whole day, made his head spin, and he became much bolder than usual.

He found the red gauze dress that Ling Luo had bought last time in his box.

"Let's go all out!"

So Yang gritted his teeth, took a shower, and changed into the new clothes.

Standing at the doorway to the master bedroom, he took a deep breath. He placed his hand on the doorknob, hesitated for a moment, then pushed the door open and went inside.

In the master bedroom, only a dim bedside lamp was on. Ling Luo, dressed in a black silk robe, was facing away from the door, wiping her slightly damp hair with a towel.

Water droplets dripped down his hair and slid down his neck.

Hearing the door open, Ling Luo turned around.

"All done washing..."

Before he could finish speaking, his gaze fell on Gu Yang, and then he paused slightly.

Gu Yang felt uncomfortable under his gaze and subconsciously gripped the collar of his bathrobe.

"Look... what are you looking at? Haven't you seen this before?"

Ling Luo's Adam's apple bobbed. He put down the towel in his hand and walked towards Gu Yang.

  

"Yang Bao," Ling Luo pulled Gu Yang into her arms, looking him up from above, "this is... a wedding gift for me?"

"Cough cough, oh no, is it not good-looking?"

"It's beautiful."

The next second, Gu Yang felt a tightness around his waist as he was lifted up in a hug.

"what!"

He exclaimed in surprise and instinctively wrapped his arms around Ling Luo's neck.

Nono and Xiaoxin ran upstairs from downstairs at some point, probably looking for their owner. They went to the door of the master bedroom, only to find it tightly closed.

The two little guys tilted their heads and squatted at the door for a while, seemingly hearing some strange humming noises.

Nono scratched at the door with her paws, but couldn't open it.

Xiao Xin leaned closer, sniffed the crack in the door, and then sneezed loudly.

Finally, the two dogs looked at each other, turned around in unison, and went downstairs to find their own beds to sleep.

It is not advisable to disturb them tonight.

......

As dawn broke, the morning light shone through the gaps in the curtains, casting a long, thin patch of light on the smooth floor.

Until Gu Yang cried and said, "Ling Luo, I really can't go on."

Ling Luo then put him down.

Watching Gu Yang fall asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, I inwardly cursed myself.

He turned to the side and stared at him quietly for a long time.

She gently brushed her fingertips across Gu Yang's cheek, her movements soft and gentle. Finally, her gaze fell on the bedside table, where there was a thick book.

Ling Luo carefully got out of bed, tucked the corner of the blanket that had slipped off to Gu Yang, then picked up the book and sat down on the single sofa by the window.

The book had no formal cover; it was simply wrapped in a plain-colored cardboard sheet with Gu Yang's handwriting on it, bearing the four characters "Memories from Ashes".

Ling Luo turned to the first page.

September 2, 2021, sunny.

I waited outside your door all day and called you eighty-three times, but you didn't answer a single one. Ling Luo, where did you go?

The handwriting was somewhat messy, and you could even see scratches on the paper caused by excessive force.

[September 10, 2021, light rain.]

I went to your rented apartment again today, but the landlord brought people to view it again. I'm so angry! You've even cancelled the lease; are you really not planning to come back?

September 1, 2021, sunny.

[Today is National Day, and I'm back in Beijing. I haven't told you before, but I come back every year for the holidays. This year I was planning to take you to see Tsinghua University; you said you wanted to apply there. Well, you're out of luck now, hmph.]

Ling Luo turned the pages one by one. Gu Yang's handwriting was not as flamboyant as he was; instead, it had a childlike immaturity. Each stroke recorded the days without him.

There are complaints about the hardships of studying, jokes and banter with friends, and small moments of happiness from eating delicious food, but on every page, more or less, one name is always mentioned—Ling Luo.

On February 3, 2022, the weather was extremely cold; it even snowed heavily in Beijing.

[It's so cold, do you have a change of clothes? Last time it was this cold, you actually had the courage to sit in the classroom all day wearing just your school uniform, that was amazing! But this year, I bought you an extra one, it's quite a bit bigger than mine, I'll give it to you when you come back.]

February 11, 2022, light snow.

[It's Chinese New Year today, and my mom dressed me in all red, like a little lucky charm. I'm watching the Spring Festival Gala now. I wasn't planning on writing this, but it suddenly occurred to me that I want to be a star. What do you think? Anyway, I'm studying music, so I don't need to inherit any family fortune.]

Ling Luo ran her fingertips over his handwriting. His handwriting was getting better and better, from childish to somewhat mature now.

And the book is already halfway through.

September 13, 2024, sunny.

[The art exam results came out today! I applied to three art schools, and I didn't expect to get accepted by the Beijing Conservatory of Music! I'm so happy that we'll be in the same city now. But we still need to see the college entrance exam results, so I need to prepare hard for the next six months.]

......

September 23, 2024, sunny.

[The college entrance exam results came out today! Hehe, you'd never guess how many points I got—519 in science! Isn't that amazing? My Beijing Conservatory of Music score is in the bag!]

[July 20, 2025, cloudy.]

My heart was pounding this morning, so I went to the hospital for a checkup. To my surprise, I saw someone who looked like you being wheeled into the emergency room. I couldn't believe it, but I wanted to take a gamble—a gamble that it wasn't you, but also a gamble that it was. Was that stupid? But I never expected it to actually be you. But I don't like it...

September 21, 2025, sunny.

[You're giving me a song??? Heavens above, am I dreaming? A genius like you're even involved in the entertainment industry? Do you know how incredibly unfair this is?]

September 13, 2025, sunny.

【We're officially together today, yay! I almost broke my nails trying to pry open Ling Luo's thick turtle shell, hmph. But... why do we have to sleep separately? Doesn't it cost money to book a separate room? Don't men know how to be thrifty?】

When Ling Luo saw this sentence, she almost choked.

So that's what Gu Yang meant when he looked at him with such resentment.

......

The following sections are records of their time together: their first cold war, their first argument, his marriage proposal, and Gu Yang's knowledge of events from ten years ago.

Each and every one of these events is like a carefully preserved memory.

Between the lines, you can see his journey from confusion to resilience, and then to his current spoiled nature.

Little darling.

Ling Luo turned to the last page, which contained only a short sentence.

[January 16, 2026 (Lunar December 28), sunny, auspicious for weddings.]

We got married, but our story isn't over yet. To be continued.

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