Chapter 145


    Thomas kept shivering with cold, he put on his coat hurriedly, and said directly, "Is it winter inside?"


    "It''s an imitation of winter time based on biology."


    Mango said faintly, and she had already lifted her foot and walked inside.


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    Thomas didn''t quite understand what Mango meant, but he didn''t ask too much and followed her in


    directly.


    There were many different kind of breeds of plum blossoms here in this garden, there was even


    green plum blossoms here. Obviously, Nathaniel had really taken a lot of effort.


    The fragrance of plum blossoms was so strong that it made people feel refreshed.


    As Mango was strolling in the plum blossom forest, her heart was melting little by little.


    At the end of the forest, there was a painting house.


    Mango walked forward and gently pushed open the door of the painting house, and a fragrant smell


    came right to her nose.


    There were plum blossoms nted in the pots, which were even more exquisite than the natural


    plum blossoms outside.


    Mango looked at the painting hung in the painting house and felt they looked more or less familiar.


    All of a sudden, her eyes turned red. It was her work when she just started to learn painting at the


    age of four. In fact, it was not even an artwork. It was just graffiti. But how did Nathaniel have it?


    Mango came to the painting and looked at the mark left by herself on the top. She was sure this


    was the painting drawn by her in the past.


    Looking all the way to the north, there were her art works when she was five years old, seven years


    old, eight years old, and even the painting that had been awarded at the age of twelve. The timeline


    went on all the way until Mango graduated from college, this ce almost collected all the art works


    she had in her life.


    Nathaniel had people frame all of these paintings, with not even one speck of dust on them.


    Mango could no longer hold back her tears.


    What a silly man, howe he had never told her about this?


    "Did Nathaniele here often over the past five years?"


    Mango''s voice was a little low.


    Thomas nodded and said, "Yes, in the beginning, Mr. Ye often stayed here alone and didn''t let


    anyone stay with him. Later, he came here once a week and nothing could stop him. However,


    every time he came, Mr. Ye came here alone and even I was not allowed to follow him. He said that


    this was his private space and no one was allowed to step on it. Today, I came here with you. I am


    not sure if Mr. Ye would be unhappyter."


    "No, he won''t." Mango smiled gently, and affection filled between her eyes and brows.


    As she visited the whole painting house, she felt like she had gone through her entire life.


    Although Nathaniel never set up a grave for her, yet he tried to memorize her and miss her in this


    way. If such deep feeling was not counted as love, then what was love?


    Mango slowly observed them and looked at them carefully.


    After passing through the painting house, there was a bedroom behind it.


    A wedding dress and a Chinese-style costume were hung in here.


    Mango could recognize that it was the wedding dress she wore when on the day she got married.


    Back then, Nathaniel brought this wedding dress from abroad by ne. Although the wedding


    ceremony was done very hastily, Nathaniel had never missed anything that he intended to give


    Mango.


    She heard that this wedding dress had been designed by a famous designer in France. Nathaniel


    had ordered it a long time ago.


    Perhaps it was not prepared for Mango in the beginning, but she was the one who finally put it on,


    and then it became her wedding gown, her wedding dress.


    And that Chinese style costume had been chosen by Mango herself. The cor was open, and it


    had a very ssic style, it looked elegant and dignified. She came to the front of the gown and


    touched it gently, as if she could steel feel the temperature on it.


    Behind the gown hung a white tuxedo, which was worn by Nathaniel in that year. Mango personally


    bought it for him.


    Now, the gown was hung here, and behind it, hung a horizontal board with a few golden big


    characters on it in the center of the hall.


    "A good romancests for a hundred years!"


    Mango''s nose felt sore and she could no longer hold back her tears.


    The moment she held his hand, she would grow old with him, that was the only thing on her mind


    when she married Nathaniel in that year. Five years ago, she thought that Nathaniel had betrayed


    her and then she began to hate this man. However, she never thought he would memorize their


    marriage and their affection in this way during the past five years.


    Mango saw two rings ced on the table in the main hall. They were their wedding rings.


    At that time, Mango left the ring, but she didn''t expect that Nathaniel still kept it.


    Underneath the rings was their marriage certificate.


    The marriage certificate was no longer new, and its corners were even a little worn. She could tell


    that someone was constantly touching and flipping through it.


    Mango took it out and looked at it. The familiar face made her in tears. Suddenly, it seemed that she


    had thought of something, Mango took out the photo from her sleeve.


    It was taken out of the Hans family. It was the woman on Dennis''s easel. It was a yellowed photo.


    But strangely, she looked exactly the same as Mango''s original face!


    How could there be such a person that resembled her so much in this world?


    Most importantly, if there was any rtionship between that woman and Dennis, she would probably


    around the same age as Mrs. Shen.


    Mango was a little uneasy.


    Was that woman rted to her?


    How could they look so alike?


    If she said those were actually the same person, no one would probably doubt. But in fact, she had


    nothing to do with this woman.


    A flicker of doubt shed through Mango''s mind.


    She had never heard that she was not a child of Shen family, and she had never heard of any


    interaction or even rtionship between Shen family and the Hans family. Then howe this


    photo look so much like her?


    Mango could not figure it out.


    She put the photo away again.


    This ce was full of her breath. Even if she was not here, each flower, grass, tree, and nt here


    was all decorated ording to her preferences.


    Instead of being Nathaniel''s private cemetery, it was more like a private space specially built for her.


    Mango sat in the room. Although it was extremely cold, her heart felt warm and her blood was


    boiling.


    Thomas was freezing and he couldn''t stand it anymore. He had to remind Mango, "Mrs. Shen, it''s


    time for us to go back. I don''t know whether Mr. Ye has had lunch yet."


    After listening to his words, Mango remembered that she had not had time to have lunch either, not


    to mention Nathaniel.


    "Okay, let''s go back."


    Mango couldn''t wait to see Nathaniel.


    This man was simply too romantic and secretive.


    Why didn''t he tell her all the kind things he had done for her?


    Why didn''t he tell her about his yearning for her during the past five years?


    Mango couldn''t wait to go out, and she even fell at the door. Thomas was so scared that he hurried


    to help her, but Mango said with a smile, "It''s okay, it doesn''t hurt."


    Thomas felt that Mango''s mood had changed, and her happiness was inexplicable and sudden.


    He didn''t know what had happened, but he still helped Mango up.


    Mango''s knees were bruised, but she didn''t really mind it.


    After they went out of the private garden, they rushed back to the hospital. When they passed by


    the Imperial House, Mango told Thomas to stop. She went in and bought Nathaniel a pigeon soup.


    She heard that pigeon soup was very helpful for the healing of the wound.


    Mango carefully took the pigeon soup all the way back to the ward.


    "Nathaniel, look what I have bought you?"


    Mango''s voice was clear and bright, with a hint of joy and excitement.


    However, Nathaniel looked at her calmly, without showing any emotion.


    "What''s wrong?"


    Only then did Mango realize that the atmosphere in the ward seemed to be a bit weird.


    Thomas suddenly thought of something. When he was about to speak, he was stopped by


    Nathaniel.


    "Get out!"


    This reproach had a trace of oppression and tolerance in it, as well as a hint of unspeakable anger.


    Mango was a little surprised. She put the pigeon soup on the table, quickly poured out in the bowl


    and handed it to Nathaniel. She said with a smile, "Drink it while it''s hot. I heard from the old people


    that the pigeon soup will heal the wound quickly. I don''t have time today, so I will buy you a pigeon


    and cook it for you tomorrow."


    As Nathaniel looked at the steaming Pigeon soup in front of him, Newell''s question for Mango kept


    shing in his mind.


    He suddenly opened his mouth. "You onlye back for revenge this time, don''t you? Everything


    you have done to me was just pretending, all for the sake of using me, right?"


    Mango was stunned all of a sudden.


    She seemed to have understood something, and her arms became somewhat stiff.


    "Did you ask Thomas to follow me only to spy on me?"


    "Just tell me if it is true? You used to be good to me, and all your feelings for me have been burned


    in the fire, right? What is your feeling for me now? Do you hate me? Or do you want to take your


    revenge? Do you want to know what I will look like after I fall in love with you, right? Are you


    satisfied now? Do you have a sense of aplishment? Do you also want me to experience your


    despair in the fire back then? Tell me, as long as you say it, I will go. I will help you get your


    revenge."


    Nathaniel''s eyes were a little red like blood, and there was even something sparkling in his eyes.


    His heart hurt so badly!


    It turned out that falling in love with someone was not only sweet, but also heart breaking.


    He thought that he had already experienced the most painful time in the world in the past five years,


    but he didn''t expect that those five years was nothingpared to that question Newell asked


    Mango.


    She did not answer, which meant that she admitted it!


    Nathaniel couldn''t bear it as he started to think that Mango actually came back to him for revenge


    and that she yed hard to fulfill her intentions.


    He was being tricked like a fool.


    If Mango came back to directly tell him that she came for revenge, he wouldn''t have cared so much


    even if she wanted to take his life.


    But at this moment, his heart was extremely painful.


    He would still give her everything, even his life, but his heart seemed to have been ripped open into


    a big hole by someone. It became so bloody and painful that he simply wanted to die.


    Mango had never seen Nathaniel like this before. It seemed like he was about to burst into tears at


    any time.


    This was not Nathaniel.


    Nathaniel was strong and indifferent. How would he cry?


    But howe she felt a little distressed in her heart for no reason?


    "Nathaniel, that''s not what you think."


    "Then what is it like? Would you dare to say that you didn''te back to take revenge on me? That


    you didn''te back to take advantage of me?"


    Nathaniel''s voice trembled.


    Mango was lost for words.


    Her original intention ofing back was indeed to revenge, and more importantly, toe back


    and take something from Nathaniel''s body. But how could she exin it now?


    Mango said anxiously, "There was misunderstanding in the past, but now my love for you is true.


    Nathaniel, I admit that I did have other intentions when I came back this time, but I didn''t do it for


    myself, but for our..."


    "Enough!"


    Nathaniel interrupted her abruptly and even knocked off the pigeon soup in her hand.


    The pigeon soup was very hot. When it spilled on the back of Mango''s hand, her hand immediately


    turned red.


    Nathaniel wanted to stretch out his hand to take a look, but eventually, he held back his urge.


    He held his hands tightly and said coldly, "Get out!"