But what I touched was a hand.
A jolt of realization jolted me awake.
I opened my eyes and was completely stunned.
In an unfamiliar room, she lay in a man's arms.
The man was still fast asleep, embracing her from behind.
Thinking she was having a wet dream, she immediately closed her eyes.
A few seconds later, I opened my eyes again, and the bedroom was exactly the same as before.
She nestled in the man's arms, unable to see his face, only his hands, with long, slender fingers and distinct knuckles.
After a few seconds of stunned silence, Xi Jia felt a tightness in her chest and realized that this was not a dream.
The man's body temperature was real, and his cool breath enveloped her completely.
At that moment, my scalp tingled and the world spun around me.
She...had a one-night stand?
Xi Jia gathered her thoughts, carefully turned to the side, and was about to get up when the music started ringing, and the man behind her stirred.
Mo Yushen reached for his phone on the bedside table and turned off the alarm. "I'm going to the airport in an hour."
Xi Jia was stunned and forgot to react.
Unlike her, the man's voice remained calm: "You can continue sleeping. I won't cancel the room reservation."
Xi Jia was a beat slow to react, and it took her a moment to understand what he meant.
She raised her head slightly, and Mo Yushen withdrew his arm.
As the person behind her got up, Xi Jia felt a chill run down her back and a sudden emptiness.
She tried hard to recall last night, but had no memory of it at all.
The man walked around from the foot of the bed, and Xi Jia secretly glanced at him. She didn't recognize this man she had a one-night stand with. But his face was exceptionally handsome.
How much did she drink last night to be so bewitched as to cross the line in her marriage?
A few minutes later, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.
With no time for regret or self-blame, Xi Jia quickly got up and changed her clothes.
The shower in the bathroom was still on, and through the glass door, the figure of a tall man came into view.
Xi Jia grabbed her bag, looked around the bedroom, and finding nothing else left behind, she tiptoed and jogged out of the room.
Outside, the rain was pouring down.
She opened her umbrella and rushed into the heavy rain.
When Mo Yushen came out of the bathroom, Xi Jia was nowhere to be seen. Her clothes and bag were gone, so he immediately made a phone call.
Halfway there, Xi Jia was caught in a storm, and even with an umbrella, her clothes were soaked through.
My phone rang.
Mo Yu Shen?
She didn't answer the phone until it stopped ringing.
Although she had no feelings for Mo Yushen, the fact remains that she had an extramarital affair.
The rain was so heavy that the phone screen got wet. She wiped it haphazardly with the back of her hand and stuffed it into her bag.
We walked for almost a mile before finding shelter from the rain.
Xi Jia was almost soaked through and had no time to worry about her physical discomfort. She had been thinking about it all the way home and decided to confront Mo Yushen and end the marriage.
The signal was bad just now. Where are you?
Mo Yushen: [Hotel.]
Xi Jia: [Are you on a business trip? When are you coming back to Beijing?]
Mo Yushen was baffled and dialed the number again, but the call was immediately hung up.
Soon, Xi Jia sent another message: "[I'm still in the mountains. I'll be back in Beijing at the end of the month so we can meet in person. I want a divorce. The reason is on my side. I won't take any of your property. Have your lawyer prepare the divorce agreement.]"
I'm so sorry.
Mo Yushen looked out the window; all he could see was a curtain of rain, and he couldn't make out anything.
After a long time, he figured out what was going on.
[Xi Jia, you didn't cheat on me. The person you were staying with at the hotel was me.]
He then posted another message: [Answering the phone.]
Xi Jia wiped the raindrops off her eyelashes and, for some reason, breathed a sigh of relief.
Mo Yushen called, and this time she answered quickly.
Where?
Xi Jia recognized the voice; it belonged to the man she had spent a night with.
It turns out that Mo Yushen really was the one.
Her memory was so bad; she only remembered that Mo Yushen was her husband, that their families had arranged a marriage, and that she had met him five or six times. As for what he looked like, she forgot it after just one night's sleep.
Her fragmented memories of Mo Yushen were tied to that phone call more than ten days ago.
He is in Beijing.
Although it was more than ten days ago in reality, it felt like yesterday to her.
Oh, and he also gave her two horses.
When was it sent, and why was it sent?
I don't remember.
"Xi Jia?"
Xi Jia snapped out of her daze, looked around, and saw only trees, with no markings. The place to take shelter from the rain was a pavilion, but there were no words on it.
"I don't know where it is either, on my way back to Grandma's house."
Mo Yushen: "Don't hang up the phone."
After that, Xi Jia heard the sound of the door opening and closing. For a while, the phone seemed to be disconnected, and she couldn't hear any sound. After less than a minute of silence, she heard the sound of wind and rain.
"You came to see me?" she asked.
"Um."
"You're supposed to be at the airport in an hour, how can you make it?"
"If you miss your flight, you can reschedule."
More than ten minutes later, that tall figure came into view.
Finally, the name Mo Yushen and his appearance became one.
"What did your husband look like when you ran out of the hotel?"
This is what Mo Yushen wants to know.
When she thought she had cheated on her husband and betrayed him, who did her husband look like in her heart?
Anyway, it wasn't him.
At that time, she thought he was a one-night stand.
Xi Jia hesitated for half a second before speaking: "My mind went blank at the time, I didn't think that much."
Actually, my mind wasn't blank.
Waking up in a hotel room to find herself sharing a bed with a strange man, her first reaction was naturally that it was a one-night stand.
Coincidentally, just as she was blaming herself for having an extramarital affair, an image of a man with captivating eyes and a cold face appeared in her mind. She thought that was her husband, Mo Yushen.
As for the man with the peach blossom eyes, she had no idea who he was. She had absolutely no recollection of him, nor did she feel any familiarity with him.
In that instant, my memory went astray.
There was a few seconds of silence on the phone.
Mo Yushen understood that she was intentionally avoiding the issue and did not force her to do anything further.
The two were only a few steps apart.
Xi Jia hung up the phone, and Mo Yushen also put down his phone.
The two looked at each other for a moment, and Xi Jia smiled faintly, a rare display of sincerity: "I'm sorry, I forgot."
Mo Yushen didn't say anything, his clothes were mostly wet, and he was in such a mess for the first time.
He raised his chin and said, "I'll take you back."
Xi Jia didn't want to trouble him: "I can find it."
Mo Yushen ignored him and walked away from the pavilion.
Xi Jia, holding an umbrella, quickly caught up with him. "Since it's a misunderstanding, there's no need to go through with the divorce papers." If there was no infidelity during the marriage, why would she need a divorce?
Mo Yushen glanced at her sideways. They had a divorce agreement, which existed before their marriage.
She didn't remember, so he didn't mention it.
When we arrived at Grandma's house, it was only a little past six o'clock, and Grandma hadn't gotten up yet
Mo Yushen escorted Xi Jia to the door and then turned back to the hotel.
After much deliberation, he decided to call his father-in-law.
"Dad, I'm sorry to bother you so early in the morning."
"Xi Jia's condition has worsened; she doesn't remember who I am."
After that, Mo Yushen listened to the phone call quietly.
Finally, he added, "I'm flying directly to Shanghai this afternoon, um, for that project, I'll probably be there for about a week."