Su Yiran saw that Ting-ge had been laughing happily just moments ago, but suddenly his smile stiffened and he stood frozen, his face turning a strange mix of pale and dark.

A question mark appeared over Su Yiran’s head, and he asked, “Ting-ge, what’s wrong?”

Gu Yuanting looked stiffly at Yiran. “I… I sold our car to a second-hand car market.” Their car! Their car!

“Car?” Su Yiran glanced at the car in front of them. It was perfectly fine right here. Then he caught on, “You mean the old car, right? If you sold it, then so be it. It was just gathering dust at home anyway, selling it even earns some money. You told me that’s what you wanted to do back then.”

When they bought the new car, Gu Yuanting had said he would sell the old one, just like that, so Su Yiran agreed.

Gu Yuanting: “…”

He scolded himself inside and anxiously said, “No, no,” while pacing nervously. Suddenly he stepped awkwardly on his own foot and nearly stumbled.

Su Yiran: “…”

Gu Yuanting: “…”

Su Yiran quietly looked at Ting-ge’s silly expression and felt he couldn’t bear to watch anymore. Seeing this, he understood perfectly—back when Ting-ge wanted to sell the car, he was actually jealous of his past self again… and now…

Su Yiran sighed silently, took Ting-ge’s hand, and led him into the car, tenderly stroking his head: “Ting-ge, don’t worry about the car anymore. It’s sold, so let’s just forget it and go home.”

Gu Yuanting was restless, looking at Yiran: “Let’s go to the second-hand market and buy the car back.”

Su Yiran gently patted his hand. “Our current car is fine. No need for that.” He added, “Besides, it’s been quite a while now. That car has probably already been sold to someone else.”

Gu Yuanting: “…!!”

He had completely forgotten about this and grew even more anxious. Seeing him so flustered, Su Yiran couldn’t bear it either: “How about we go check the market tomorrow? Maybe the car is still there. It’s late now, let’s go home first.”

If they could buy it back, it wouldn’t cost too much.

It was indeed late. The second-hand car market was in a remote suburb, and going there and back would take nearly three hours, making it nighttime by the time they got home.

Gu Yuanting had no choice but to nod: “Alright, let’s go home first.” After saying this, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He wondered what exactly was off?

The driver obeyed their instructions and slowly started the car, heading towards the city center. The street scenes outside the window retreated as the car moved forward.

Suddenly Gu Yuanting realized—home… home… their home was gone!

He nearly jumped up. Their home! The house! The warm, memory-filled little home! Gone! Sold!

“Ting-ge? What’s wrong?” Su Yiran looked at him in confusion.

Gu Yuanting broke out in a cold sweat, speaking incoherently: “The house, our home, it’s sold, bought by someone else. The furniture inside, we…”

Su Yiran: “…”

So that sudden rush to move out, and soon after selling the old house, was also because Ting-ge was jealous of his former self…

Su Yiran twitched his brow, helpless at Ting-ge’s silly look. He could only comfort him: “Don’t worry, it’s sold now. Our current home is great too. No need to get hung up on it.”

Gu Yuanting couldn’t help but feel anxious and distressed. That house was their marital home!

He and Yiran had married right after graduation, carefully choosing and buying that house. They’d lived happily there for three years. Every little decoration and detail was designed by the two of them, filled with their warm memories.

Gu Yuanting scolded himself harshly inside—crazy! Idiot!

After scolding himself for a while, he felt a little better and calmer. He kept muttering, “No, I have to buy the house back quickly. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I’ll buy it.”

“Alright, but I don’t know if the new owners would even want to sell it back,” Su Yiran sighed helplessly. He couldn’t control Ting-ge now. Seeing his mood, if he didn’t buy it back soon, he probably wouldn’t even sleep well.

“They will definitely sell it,” a cold gleam flashed in Gu Yuanting’s eyes.

“…” Su Yiran was tempted to smack Ting-ge but quickly stopped himself—his head injury still hadn’t fully healed.

Half an hour later, they finally returned home. Gu Yuanting stood in front of the door, looking up at the elegant detached villa with a yard, his heart filled with faint sadness and unhappiness.

Their home…

Su Yiran: “…” Really wanted to smack Ting-ge again.

“Ting-ge, come in, don’t just stand there foolishly,” Su Yiran said at the door. Gu Yuanting snapped out of it and muttered “Oh” twice, then gloomily entered.

As soon as he stepped in, a bit of familiarity returned—after all, he had lived here with Yiran during his amnesia—but at the same time, he felt strange. Gu Yuanting paced around, feeling more and more out of place and uncomfortable.

What was going on? After all, he’d lived here with Yiran for over a year. He paced again and grew increasingly uneasy.

“What are you wandering around for? Come help me put the stuff away,” Su Yiran called, carrying bags and beckoning.

While Gu Yuanting was hospitalized, Yiran had stayed with him, and a helper brought many things from home to the hospital. Now that they were back, of course, they had to organize everything.

Gu Yuanting agreed quickly and helped Yiran sort and put things back into the kitchen, living room, and bedroom.

Finally, after everything was tidied, Gu Yuanting sat on the sofa eating fruit with Yiran. He glanced again around the living room, scanning the shelves one by one.

Scanning…

Scan…

“!!!!!!” Damn! Gu Yuanting jumped up suddenly. He finally realized what was wrong. Those little decorations they had carefully chosen—full of beautiful memories—had all been thrown into the basement!

“Ting-ge, be careful,” Su Yiran quickly stood up to support him, “Your head isn’t fully healed, don’t move so suddenly. Are you dizzy?”

“N-no,” Gu Yuanting’s face turned pale, sweat forming on his forehead. He hurriedly said, “Yiran, I’m going to the basement to find something.”

“Oh, okay.” Su Yiran responded thoughtfully, watching as Ting-ge hurried downstairs like he was chased by a dog, disappearing instantly.

Could it be…? Su Yiran thought, a deep frown forming on his forehead.

Sigh, silly Ting-ge.

Gu Yuanting rushed to the basement and opened the door. A faint musty smell mixed with dust came out. His face darkened like the bottom of a pot. He switched on the light and immediately saw a messy heap of things piled in the corner, covered with thick gray dust, dull and lifeless, looking like garbage if you didn’t look carefully.

Ahhhhhhh!