Chapter 1195 - 1192: Love’s Revival 5

That was indeed the seven-year itch.

Whether it was because he was too busy to attend South Country University’s graduation ceremony, or because he suddenly got impatient and hung up her call that day... There was a time when he was indeed restless and agitated, not just because of work, nor because of the environment he was in... Not even because of any third party... It just suddenly felt like he didn’t miss her that much, it wasn’t that urgent... The passion was no longer strong... He had lost the urgent longing he once had.

Because, that thing already belongs to you, there’s no suspense anymore — so it can’t attract too much of your attention and energy.

Every love and marriage will encounter a bottleneck period.

At that time, he was in this bottleneck period, only he didn’t know it himself.

Until the bad news came.

Overnight, you suddenly find that your fixed deposit has unexpectedly vanished, and your losses are complete.

It’s understandable if stocks lose money.

But if a fixed deposit disappears, that becomes big news.

The country would compensate for fixed deposits, wouldn’t it?

It was then that he panicked.

After half a year of searching, he was almost driven mad with remorse.

It was then he realized with fear: between husband and wife, the best thing is not distance, but companionship.

For him, the seven-year itch vanished in the search.

For her, it just began.

He suddenly felt terrified, knowing deep down, yet unwilling to admit it: Huang Xiaojue had unknowingly surpassed himself — he had been her first love, and they once discussed marriage, for her to fall back in love with him, it would be very, very easy.

Especially, when he attended South Country University’s graduation ceremony, at that moment, he had already far exceeded Wan Donglin.

Just like New Year’s Eve, she heard the sound of a car, rushed out from that small cabin, calling out in surprise: "Xiaojue... Xiaojue is that you?"

At that time, he automatically overlooked this point, now, it felt like needles on his back.

Fortunately, that guy had long disappeared without a trace.

If he really was involved in that mysterious air crash, he probably would never be able to publicly appear again.

Even so, Wan Donglin dared not relax a bit, he sat on the sofa continuously until the darkest hour before dawn when he finally fell into a drowsy sleep.

When he reopened his eyes, it was already daylight.

It happened to be the weekend, and it was cloudy, the sky outside very dark.

Yan Xixi was still lying there.

Only to see her arms habitually placed outside. He frowned slightly, walked over, pulled the blanket up to cover her, but soon realized something was wrong, reached out and touched, good heavens, her forehead was incredibly hot, her face flushed.

He was anxious: "Xixi... Xixi..."

She turned over, feebly: "So thirsty... I want to drink water..."

Even her voice was hoarse.

He hurriedly poured a glass of warm water for her, she feebly took it, gulped it down, and wanted to lie down again, but he held her up, softly said: "Xixi, you have a cold, must have a bit of tonsillitis, I’ll take you to the hospital to check..."

"It’s okay... Not going..."

"You’re having a high fever."

She was still resolute: "Not going... Don’t want to go..."

Because, she didn’t have a bit of strength in her whole body, and her lips were dry and cracked. She involuntarily pushed Wan Donglin away, then muddled through and lay back down to sleep.

The doctor came, prescribed a little medicine, and gave her an injection.

Wan Donglin asked: "Can she not go to the hospital? Her fever is so severe..."