An only son, born into a wealthy family, a graduate of a prestigious university, a doctor of philosophy, and a contemporary writer.
Using the publishing royalties from his previous book, he had bought a villa in the suburbs, and his parents had moved in with him.
Every year, his mother carefully arranged his birthday celebration. Though his father rarely showed concern, he always took on the heaviest responsibility whenever something unexpected happened.
Yi Chen's memories had become smooth and full, but this life had changed a year ago.
At a book launch, Yi Chen met a graceful foreign reader. Her exquisite features, as delicate as a whisper lightly brushing the surface of the cochlea, along with her humble and polite manner, made him fall in love at first sight.
The two soon fell deeply in love and married three months later.
Strangely, the two of them did not purchase a new home.
For one thing, Miss Jin had a good relationship with her parents and was willing to live in the villa. If they had a baby in the future, her parents could also help care for it.
For another, Yi Chen was used to writing in the villa's study and did not mind living with his parents.
Everything was so beautiful that Yi Chen unconsciously smiled while eating breakfast.
Strangely, his expression seemed somewhat stiff, as if this blissful smile did not belong to him at all.
Just as Yi Chen finished the wontons in his bowl, he unexpectedly discovered a strand of hair at the bottom of the soup. In his memory, his mother was extremely meticulous and should not have let a hair fall into the bowl.
As Yi Chen stared at the strand of hair, it actually twisted.
Just as Yi Chen was about to examine