Shua kept telling himself that it was an accident. He actually didn't want Lin to give him an explanation. She was not a woman, so she had no responsibility. It was just that Lin Jinqing escaped faster than him. She almost pretended to have amnesia, which made him hate him in his heart, and he had no courage. Even if he asked, he would have to pretend not to remember the incident. Over the past few years, he began to understand that maybe this was a good way for both of them to deal with it. As long as two people forgot something as if they had made an appointment, and kept silent with each other's tacit understanding, it could actually be as if it had never happened at all. It was as if he was sitting next to him now, just like he had followed him when he was a child. He was his sister's husband and his brother. There was no more relationship between them. Even at this time, Lin and he were gossiping about Mingzheng's gossip. He felt that they were just an ordinary couple of uncles. However, occasionally, on miserable rainy days like this, his heart would still be stabbed deeply and shallowly, with a dull pain as if it was damp.