ATLAS TRANSLATES

“It’s been a long time, Shu He.

I’m not sure if you’ll receive this letter, or if you even remember me.

But I’m sorry, forgive me for being selfish one last time.

You once asked me what kind of person I would like if you weren’t around.

Perhaps you don’t know that because of you, I learned what love is.

But now, Shu He, I might be… sick.

I seem to no longer know who I am.

My mother says her commands are love, my father’s cold indifference is love… but why do I fear these kinds of love?

I’m starting to feel confused. In this world, it seems there are two of me.

One is the Jing Yi who listens to them.

One is the Jing Yi who appears before you.

I don’t even know which one is the real me anymore.

I’m sorry… I know you probably don’t want to receive anything related to me.

But it really hurts, Shu He…

When I was pinned under the car, unable to move and covered in blood, I felt a moment of panic… Would I never see you again?

And I did indeed lose you.

I know that everything I’ve experienced, all that torments me has nothing to do with you.

My pain shouldn’t drag you in.

But I’m truly sorry for making you sad.

When I went to the coffee shop, I saw you were doing well.

I’m happy for you. Congratulations — your world no longer has a disaster like me in it.

Sister.

You used to like me calling you that. If I had known, I would have obediently listened and called you that properly.

I don’t know if you’ll read this letter to the end.

Or if this letter will even reach your hands.

This year’s winter seems colder.

Sister, I wish you a happy new year in advance.

This year, I also built a snowman, but sorry, I can’t let you see it.

But I still made a wish.

Sister, stay healthy and safe forever.”

Under the bright, piercing light, Shu He’s eyes misted over.

What did his snowman look like?

Was it as tall as him, with a carrot for a nose?

She felt like her breath was caught in her throat as she looked down at this farewell letter. The handwriting wasn’t sharp, and some characters seemed to have been written with great effort.

She sniffled softly, hesitated for a moment, then called Liang Xu.

He was still at work, and after hearing her question, he was clearly shocked.

He didn’t know about the farewell letter.

But he did know about the property transfer document.

Before hanging up, Liang Xu hesitated, “Shu He, do you feel pity for Jing Yi?”

Shu He was stunned, as if she hadn’t expected him to ask this question.

After hanging up, she sat hugging her knees for a long time.

Did she pity Jing Yi?

No, she didn’t.

Shu He had always thought herself somewhat hard-hearted. She didn’t have many friends and wasn’t willing to socialize proactively.

She would coldly refuse others, say hurtful things without expression, feel sorry for stray cats and dogs but never thought of bringing them home.

She had never been a soft-hearted person.

For Jing Yi, she clearly knew what that aching feeling in her heart was — it was heartache.

More than her own grievances, she felt heartache for Jing Yi, the kind of pain that burned because of his tears, the resentment toward Jing Zeliang and others for treating him that way.

She dared not imagine how he had endured during that time.

A chill ran down Shu He’s spine, and a feeling of fear spread through her body like unraveling silk, wrapping tightly around her until she could barely breathe.

She dared not imagine that if he hadn’t given up on suicide, all she would have seen would be his cold, hard tombstone.

She hurriedly put on her slippers and ran out. Jing Yi had just finished making dinner and before he could say a word, someone hugged him tightly.

He froze for a second, then hugged her back: “What’s wrong?”

Shu He inhaled the clean scent of the same shower gel they both used, but felt it wasn’t enough. This feeling of not being able to hold on was like cold panic seeping into her bones, as if he might disappear at any moment.

“I don’t feel well.”

Her muffled words made Jing Yi’s heart tighten, “What’s wrong? Did I do something earlier?”

He suddenly felt regretful, thinking she had enjoyed it too, he shouldn’t have been so rough…

Shu He shook her head, “It’s not you.”

Sensing her mood wasn’t good, Jing Yi quietly and obediently let her hug him.

After a long while, a faint gurgling sound broke the silence.

Shu He’s emotions had calmed considerably, though her eye sockets still ached a bit, nothing else seemed unusual.

Sitting at the dining table, Jing Yi’s gaze remained fixed on her. Shu He sighed, “Really, it’s nothing. I just…”

“I’m too happy.”

But she didn’t look happy at all.

Shu He held his hand, “Truly, I just feel that we’re finally married.”

She had thought she would never marry, but now, she was very grateful that she had held onto his hand.

During dinner, Shu He opened a bottle of wine.

By the end, her clear eyes were somewhat hazy as she sat in the recliner, slowly swirling her glass while admiring the night view.

More accurately, she was spacing out.

When Jing Yi returned to the room, she stretched out her hand. Jing Yi bent down to pick her up, and her slender legs lazily wrapped around him.

“Drunk?”

She didn’t answer, lowering her head to kiss him.

Imperceptibly, Jing Yi also seemed intoxicated, but he didn’t make any other moves, making Shu He increasingly restless until she couldn’t help but reach out to touch him.

He immediately let out a muffled groan, his reddened ears seeming to drip blood along his tensed neck. Normally, he wouldn’t let her do this, sparing her the effort.

Those beautiful red lips were enough to kiss him; he never let her use her mouth.

As for her hands, that happened very rarely.

This meant she had little experience, and directly pressed the mushroom-like tip, her fingertips sliding across, her palm immediately becoming like a lake of milk.

“…..”

She was also stunned for a moment, her breath full of intoxicating wine, staring in confusion: “Why were you… so quick?”

“Can’t you do it anymore?”

Her sudden questions made Jing Yi’s veins throb. He seemed devastated yet bit the soft flesh at the hollow of her neck, resentful and wronged: “…Sister, you can’t toy with me like this.”

“……”

Shu He was now very, very restless, feeling completely empty, desperately needing him to love her forcefully, to shatter all those terrible emotions.

Her legs pressed him down, challenging him: “Then prove to me that you still can.”

“I can’t have my husband unable to perform on our first wedding night.”

“……”

Jing Yi had only thought that after coming back and doing it for so long, he was afraid she couldn’t take any more.

But his wife seemed to have some misunderstanding about him.

And indeed, she had provoked him.

He had always listened to her, especially now that she was his wife.

On his first day as her husband, he was very considerate, knowing she was exhausted from earlier, surely unwilling to take initiative now, so he’d let her lie back and enjoy comfortably.

…..

Tears seeped from the corners of Shu He’s eyes, but she found she liked it.

It seemed only like this were she and Jing Yi inseparable, only like this would he not disappear.

In her daze, she thought again of his farewell letter.

How could he… want to leave?

Jing Yi didn’t know what was wrong with her, so urgently wanting him, even though she was clearly unable to take any more, even though she was crying, even though she had already climaxed once…

He groaned, as if wanting to shatter this lotus flower’s core.

Their wedding night.

Indeed, not a minute was wasted.

……

Shu He returned to her shop to work the next day.

Although they hadn’t held a wedding banquet yet, she bought some sweets for the staff at the shop.

Learning they were wedding candies, several young girls sweetly offered congratulations. Tong Yuan was the boldest, “I’m so curious who stole our wonderful Sister Shu He, he’s really lucky.”

Shu He smiled without saying much, but by evening, they saw who this lucky person was.

Today Jing Yi wore a light blue silk shirt and black suit pants that made his long legs look straight and handsome. His face still wore those scholarly silver-rimmed glasses. He nodded slightly to the group, giving off the impression of a refined rake.

He was no longer in a wheelchair, making the young girls curiously glance at him a few more times.

Shu He gave Tong Yuan and the others a few instructions before walking over to take his hand.

After leaving the shop, they spoke at the same time—

“Why did you dress up like this?”

“Are you still in pain?”

“……”

The first question was from Shu He, her gaze openly examining him. Though handsome, she was still confused, “You don’t go out during the day, why dress up like this?”

Before he would just wear a casual hoodie, but today he wore a new shirt, and his thick curly hair looked styled. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he was getting married again.

Jing Yi’s lips turned up slightly, “First day picking up my wife, wanted to be more formal.”

“……”

Shu He held back, but still curved her lips, “Childish.”

The person holding her hand leaned his head close to her face, his black eyes bright and direct, asking softly again: “Are you still uncomfortable?”

“……”

Shu He was speechless for a moment, but considering they were now officially in a relationship, she honestly said, “A little bit.”

He nodded thoughtfully, “Then I’ll apply some medicine for you tonight?”

“….We’ll see tonight.”

After dinner, they went to a luxury store together.

The main purpose of going out for dinner was to choose rings.

They looked around, and because of Shu He’s work, it wasn’t suitable for her to wear anything too flashy. She chose a simple matching pair.

But Jing Yi picked a pink diamond style that was indeed very beautiful — the brilliance almost flashed in her eyes, but it wouldn’t be convenient to wear.

He frowned, unusually unwilling to compromise.

“Then let’s buy both pairs.”

“……” Shu He helplessly gave him a look, “Spendthrift, am I supposed to wear one on each hand?”

He looked somewhat innocent, “You can alternate. Wear the diamond when you’re not working.”

“……”

But in the end, they bought both pairs. They decided to wear the diamond rings for the wedding and the simple style for daily use.

The rings would be ready in a week. After paying the deposit, they went home.

She hadn’t specially told many people about her marriage to Jing Yi, just close friends like Lan Ye who knew.

That night, Lan Ye sent her a message: [How does it feel to have a spouse?]

Shu He had just had medicine carefully applied by someone who was now alone in the bathroom taking care of himself.

But before that, he had washed some fruit and placed it nearby, and also poured a cup of warm honey water.

She couldn’t help but curve her lips: [Very nice.]

Lan Ye sent a humming emoji: [Your happiness is stimulating me, so I decided to order an extra cup of milk tea to comfort myself.]

Shu He’s smile hadn’t faded, but seeing the time, she still expressed concern: [Drinking milk tea at this hour, aren’t you going to sleep?]

She remembered Lan Ye saying that drinking milk tea after 8 PM made it easy to have insomnia.

After quite a while, Lan Ye sent a photo full of computers: [/crying/ Working overtime.]

Shu He: [….Is your boss crazy?]

Lan Ye: [We just finished filming and we’re editing, plus we’re busy with business solicitation and other messy things, it’s annoying.]

Their company wasn’t big, and Lan Ye, as a screenwriter, had to help in various departments.

[By the way.] She suddenly sent a shy begging emoji: [The company seems to have sent a contract to your husband, is he planning to cooperate with us?]

Shu He’s gaze lingered on the words “your husband” for a long time, until she heard movement from the bathroom. She came back to her senses and replied: [I’ll ask him.]

As soon as Jing Yi came out, he saw her beckoning like she would to a small dog.

He obediently came to her, and since the fluffy carpet was soft, he simply sat down. Shu He took a towel and dried his hair.

When it was half-dry, Shu He finally mentioned what Lan Ye had said.

Jing Yi thought for a moment, “Liang Xu did seem to mention something about it. I’ll ask him again tomorrow.”

Shu He nodded, but thinking of something, she still added: “Whether to cooperate or not is your decision, don’t force yourself because of me.”

She knew Lan Ye’s character well — cooperation would be good, but if not, she absolutely wouldn’t think anything of it.

Jing Yi couldn’t help but curve his lips, leaning against her legs, his voice lazy: “I thought you were going to bribe me.”

“Would bribing you work?”

Her ear was gently pinched, and with his eyes closed, he looked comfortable and relaxed: “It wouldn’t work with others, but it would with my wife.”

Shu He silently curved her lips. She took the hair dryer and dried his hair. Soon, the wet little dog became fluffy again, feeling good to touch.

“Wife, if you keep touching me like that, the medicine will be wasted.”

His eyes still weren’t open as he spoke lazily. Shu He smiled, not stopping her movements, and even gave him a smack—

“What should we do? I not only touched, I also kissed. Isn’t this what a husband is for?”

“……”