Under the soft light, an exquisite wooden box was gently opened, and ten lifelike wooden carvings lay quietly inside, each depicting the face of the same person.

They either captured the tranquility of him bowing his head in thought, or captured his leisurely stroll in the garden, and even his silhouette leaning against the window with a barely perceptible smile.

These wood carvings are the secret creations of Ye Wanqing over countless nights. With an almost obsessive attitude, she quietly engraved her insights into life on these wooden souls.

He was completely unaware of this and never expected that his ordinary daily life would become such a precious scenery in her eyes.

Lin Xuan carefully put the wood carvings back into the wooden box, then took out an exquisite cigarette case from the corner of the closet. With a light slide of his fingertips, a slender cigarette jumped into his palm. He lit it, and his eyes became deep as the smoke swirled.

At this moment, a rapid engine sound broke the silence of the night. A car came speeding from behind. Its headlights were like two sharp swords, drawing a dazzling light in the rearview mirror, blinding people instantly.

Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, shook off the cigarette ash gently, and watched the car go farther and farther away until it merged into the depths of the night.

He took a deep puff of his cigarette, his eyes inadvertently sweeping over the wooden box beside him, then he hardened his heart, put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, started the car, and slowly drove away from the villa.

The room was completely silent, with only the phone screen on the coffee table lighting up, flashing a new message.

The man on the sofa tilted his head slightly, his eyes fell on the phone. After a moment's hesitation, he slowly reached out and picked up the phone.

It was a message from Qin Huai, brief but to the point: "What I saw with my own eyes is not groundless." Immediately afterwards, Qin Huai's voice call request arrived as promised.

Lin Xuan stared at the phone screen, his brows furrowed unconsciously, his lips pursed tightly, revealing an unquestionable determination. He had no intention of answering the call, knowing full well that Qin Huai's words were often tinged with harshness and prejudice.

However, his fingers seemed to be out of control and eventually touched the answer button.

Qin Huai's voice instantly filled his ears: "I'm not kidding. I went to Ye Wanqing's house today to deliver a script, and I saw Jiang Yubo coming out with my own eyes. They also mentioned something about a burning smell. Jiang Yubo's hand was still bandaged. I heard that at your company's annual meeting, the chandelier fell, and he was injured while trying to save Ye Wanqing."

Qin Huai's words were like a string of cannonballs, one after another: "Do you think Ye Wanqing will get together with Jiang Yubo because of this?"

Lin Xuan finally couldn't stand it anymore and decisively hung up the phone, feeling a mixture of emotions. In the night, his car gradually disappeared, leaving behind a series of unsolved mysteries and a troubled heart.

Qin Huai on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment when he heard the sudden disconnection sound, and muttered to himself: Could it be that I was too direct and touched his sore spot?

The capital seemed swept by a wind overnight. When she woke up in the morning, the air was already slightly chilly. Ye Wanqing wrapped herself lightly in a beige knitted cardigan and clutched an elegant bamboo umbrella, intending to head to the pavilion by the lake to continue her woodcarving.

The drizzle cast a hazy veil over the lakeside scenery, adding a touch of poetry. Just as she stepped out of the house, a familiar figure unexpectedly came into her sight.

"Lin Xuan?" she called out in surprise, feeling a little confused.

How could he suddenly appear here? Ye Wanqing looked at Lin Xuan with complicated eyes as he walked out of the black car. The rain was falling, but he seemed to be unaware of it, letting it wet his clothes.

She instinctively raised the umbrella, wanting to shield him from the wind and rain, but then changed her mind and slowly retracted it. Her hand stopped in mid-air and finally dropped weakly.

Lin Xuan caught her subtle movements, his Adam's apple sliding slightly, and then he handed her an exquisite wooden box in his hand: "This was accidentally found by the servants in the house while tidying the room."

"Is it mine?" Ye Wanqing took it doubtfully and asked softly.

"Yes." Lin Xuan answered briefly, but his eyes never left the wood carving toolbox she was carrying.

"Are you going to carve?" he asked softly, with a hint of imperceptible tenderness in his tone.

"Yeah." Ye Wanqing nodded gently, her eyes never leaving the ends of his hair covered with raindrops.

She couldn't help herself and reminded softly: "It's raining heavily, you..."

Before he could finish his words, Lin Xuan interrupted him: "Don't you want to see me?"

Ye Wanqing was slightly stunned, then smiled calmly: "Perhaps, neither of us is looking forward to meeting again."

Lin Xuan was choked by her words, his face darkening slightly: "I never said I didn't want to see you."

She shook her head gently, her tone calm and unperturbed: "Perhaps there is really no need for us to deliberately create encounters."

Lin Xuan's eyes dimmed, as if a sensitive nerve had been touched: "Is it because the contract expired?"

Ye Wanqing didn't expect him to mention this, and a wave of emotion surged in her heart, but she quickly regained her composure: "Yes, everything is over."

Suddenly, she lost interest in continuing to go to the lake, and the umbrella in her hand swayed gently, as if telling of her inner turmoil.

"It's raining. If you're alright, let's just leave it at that." She said softly, then raised the wooden box in her hand. "Thank you, but if you have any of my things in the future, just get rid of them. After all, I've already taken away the important things."

Hearing this, Lin Xuan's heart inexplicably tightened, and his brows knitted tightly: "Then why do you keep these?"

Ye Wanqing glanced at the wooden box in her hand and sighed softly: "Actually, they don't matter."

Before she finished speaking, she turned and walked towards the trash can by the door, throwing the wooden box in without hesitation. Lin Xuan's eyes followed closely, his eyes intertwined with complexity and confusion.

"Just make the decision." He finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse, then turned around and walked step by step towards the car parked not far away, his back looking particularly lonely.

The car door closed with a dull thud that couldn't be ignored, and then the black BMW vanished from sight like an arrow from a bow. Ye Wanqing stood quietly at the door, watching the car go by, feeling a mixture of emotions.

However, in just a moment, the BMW appeared at the edge of sight again, slowly reversed, and finally stopped in its original position.

Lin Xuan got out of the car again, walked towards the trash can with firm steps, and gently picked up the things that Ye Wanqing had discarded, as if picking up a past that he was unwilling to let go easily, and then drove away.

Before Lin Xuan had gone far, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the rearview mirror. A silver sedan quietly stopped where he had been, the door opened, and Jiang Yubo came into view.

Lin Xuan's eyes became sharp in an instant. Through the rearview mirror, he stared at the man coldly, as if he wanted to see through him.

Jiang Yubo had already noticed the movement in front while in the car. He calmly opened his umbrella and looked at the familiar BMW with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

He approached slowly. Although the car windows were specially treated to make it difficult to see into the car, the front windshield was like a transparent barrier, allowing their eyes to meet in the air.

Jiang Yubo raised a faint smile, as if joking about this unexpected encounter. Then he turned around and rang the doorbell of Ye Wanqing's villa.

Ye Wanqing came out after hearing the voice, holding an umbrella in her hand, with a hint of surprise on her face: "Good morning, Mr. Jiang, why are you here so early?"

"Good morning, Mr. Ye." Jiang Yubo responded with a smile, his eyes lingering on Ye Wanqing for a moment.

Before entering the villa, he glanced at the rearview mirror of the BMW intentionally or unintentionally, and an elusive emotion flashed in his eyes. Then he gently turned the handle of the umbrella, as if to dispel the haze in his heart, and followed Ye Wanqing's footsteps and walked into the villa.

Lin Xuan witnessed all this in the rearview mirror. His face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it. The storm in his heart was even more violent than the weather outside the window.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his fingertips turning white from the force, as if he wanted to melt all his resentment and anger into the cold metal.

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