After waking up last night, Gu Xu had decided what he would say if Jingzi called.
He would never tell her he was in the hospital, having just narrowly escaped death.
People might call him a fool for doing so.
But what was wrong with playing the fool in love?
He just wanted to be wholeheartedly good to her, because he believed that someday, she would realize his undying love for her.
On the cell phone screen, Chen Jingzi's call was still flashing.
The Caller ID did not display Chen Jingzi's name or "Wife," but just a string of numbers.
Now at the age of thirty-five, he married Jingzi when he was twenty-four.
In their eleven years of marriage, he had memorized every digit in Jingzi's phone number.
There was no need to save her name; just seeing her number, he would know it was his beloved wife.
Moreover, the incoming call photo was her picture he stealthily took in the library many years ago.
