Play fast and fast, eat up the love brain in one bite

Chun Nianren was led upstairs by the little girl.

During the days she lived here, she always followed a certain psychological boundary and never took the initiative to learn about the place where Shen Luzhou had lived all these years.

With every step I took, my heart became more confused.

Until I stepped onto the third floor, which I had never been to before.

Shen Xing'er raised her hand in front of her, stood on tiptoe, grabbed the brass door handle and pushed it down.

The door hinges made a slight sound.

The moment it was opened, bright sunlight poured in from the three-way floor-to-ceiling windows in the spacious space. Dust floated quietly in the window light, and it seemed that few people visited.

The dance practice room built under the personal supervision of Shen Luzhou runs across the east wing of the third floor, occupying most of the third floor.

Chunnian walked in slowly and looked around.

As for why Shen Luzhou set up such a dance studio at home in the first place, and why it was kept and not demolished over the years.

The answer is obvious.

Chun Nianren saw a figure in the floor-length mirror that was hesitant at the same time as himself.

All along, I have not been prepared, or rather, I subconsciously did not dare to explore the possibility of spending the rest of my life with Shen Luzhou.

So she chose to avoid being deeply bound to Shen Luzhou's future.

It has nothing to do with Mrs. Shen’s attitude, it has nothing to do with the fact that Shen Luzhou and I have chosen to live apart due to life planning, and it has nothing to do with the complex emotions accumulated due to our incompatibility in personality.

It's because of her own distrust of love.

Just like when she was interviewed and answered questions related to relationships.

She didn't yearn for marriage and always believed she didn't have the ability to manage a successful marriage...

Over the years, her time, energy, plans and choices have never put Shen Luzhou first.

It was like this in the past, and it will be like this in the future.

Shen Luzhou also knew it.

Her confidence must be cultivated by achieving her ideal results.

Her trust must be exchanged for his lifelong loyalty.

But what about rationality?

"Chief Chun?"

The tender voice of the child woke Chun Nianren from his confused thoughts.

Chun Nianren lowered his head and gently rubbed the little girl's curly hair, his voice as soft as willow catkins in March.

"Xing'er, do you want to learn ballet? Can I be Xing'er's teacher?"

Shen Xinger's eyes sparkled with surprise. The little girl liked and expected it so much that she even wanted to confirm it with her.

"Is it really possible?"

Chun Nianren nodded in agreement.

The little girl immediately ran towards the floor-length mirror with joy, raised her hands in an imitative manner, and spun around like a ballerina. The joy on her lively little face was so vivid.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the gradually scorching sunlight shines through the sycamore trees on Dongshan Mountain.

This day seemed like an insignificant day in a long time.

The night was quiet and the lawn lights outside the villa cast a dim light in the deep night.

Chun Nianren tossed and turned, unable to sleep, buried deep in the quilt, her breath filled with the scent of Shen Luzhou, the crisp cedar note that belonged to that man.

Can't escape, can't hide.

It makes people think a lot.

The two sides tacitly agreed not to mention the past, perhaps because they had a knot in their hearts.

Shen Luzhou had said before that she didn't believe him.

She didn't take it seriously.

During these years after they separated, Shen Luzhou's every day and night, the training room on the third floor, the photos in the study, and even many more things she didn't know about... were they insignificant?

He is Shen Luzhou. All the concessions and submissions in this life are because of her Shen Luzhou.

She suddenly sat up, threw back the quilt, stepped barefoot on the floor, and walked out ignoring the coldness of the floor.

The study door opened and closed, and the lights came on.

She walked towards the locker. The photo frame that Shen Luzhou had taken away last time had already been put back in its place and stood quietly in the glass window.

She suddenly stopped, her peripheral vision caught by some incongruous shadow.

The safe built into the wall next to the cabinet was not closed tightly. A ray of light came through the half-open gap, illuminating a velvet finger box with a scarlet corner exposed under the documents.

She slowly squatted in front of the safe.

The fingers curled and stretched unconsciously.

The cabinet door was completely opened, the light extended, and the dark corners inside were illuminated.

She reached into the area of light with her fingertips, and the velvet touch climbed up her fingertips, and finally she held the ring box in her hand.

It was almost dawn when a call came to Lin Zhen's cell phone.

"Secretary Lin, I'm sorry to bother you so late. Where is Kezhou now..."

At 30,000 feet in the air, the silver wings of a private jet cut through the clouds.

A temporarily applied route, direct to Taipei City.

Landed at three in the morning.

Chun Nianren walked out of the cabin in the light. The wind coming in from the end of the corridor blew her long hair, and a few strands brushed across her elegant eyebrows.

Lin Zhen was already waiting at the entrance. Not only did he not have the faint sense of death that a worker who was forced to work overtime had, but at this moment there was a certain brilliance in his expression.

She looked at Chun Nianren who was walking towards her and couldn't help but admire her. The woman's clarity and elegance, gentle yet firm temperament were fully displayed in her.

"Miss Chun."

"Lin Zhen, would you mind talking to me about your life in Luzhou these years?"

The sparse indicator lights on the tower melted into the night.

"Actually, for every one of your performances, I'll book tickets early, as instructed by the CEO..."

Lin Zhen's sincere tone revealed the past that Chun Nian would never know as long as Shen Luzhou didn't say it.

"When you were busy being promoted to chief, that was also the busiest time for the president to take over power..."

"The day before you were promoted to CEO, the president worked intensively in Zurich despite a high fever, just to board a plane to Paris the next morning..."

"Every time you premiere a new play, whether it's the first time at the Moscow Theatre or the Paris Opera... the president is there..."

Lin Zhen didn't deliberately tell her how much Shen Luzhou loved her.

Because no one could have imagined that for someone whose time is so precious, someone could add some coordinates to the itinerary that are completely different from the original plan.

Because in Shen Luzhou's life, apart from his busy work, most of the rest of his time is spent on the road watching Chun Nianren.

"The bouquet of yellow roses you received at the curtain call of the premiere of Swan Lake at the Metropolitan Opera in New York was a gift from the president..."

Lin Zhen's last words were carried by the night wind into Chun Nian's ears.

She couldn't help but look sideways, and a blurry outline was reflected on the car window.

Those roses, ticket stubs and love scattered all over the world suddenly roared out from the shadows of memory and pieced together to form Shen Luzhou's deep and silent eyes.

It was hard to imagine before this.

Shen Luzhou was also an extremely noble man when he was young. Later, he became an aloof and stern financier and a lazy and cool guest of honor among celebrities.

One day, he once endured the fatigue and traveled thousands of miles just to take a sneak peek at her.

Chun Nianren suddenly laughed. This was probably the greatest suffering Shen Luzhou had ever experienced in his life.

The car slowly slid into the central axis of Taipei City. The neon lights on the window glass flickered alternately, and the shadows passed over Chunnian's drooping eyelashes.

She did not feel the familiar sour feeling in her heart at this moment, but only a kind of calmness similar to melting snow slowly overflowing.

Her mood became more relaxed and calm than ever before.