He broke his vows for her, and a tycoon descended to earth for love.

She always knew that the nights in City A were beautiful.

But I never knew that the view from a high place was even more spectacular.

"How about it? Doesn't this city look quite different from this angle?"

Jiang Yanhui had climbed up at some point and was standing next to her.

This must be a century-old tree, with particularly thick branches, so even though the two of them weigh over 200 kilograms combined, it can still support their weight.

Siyi, holding onto another branch beside her, nodded involuntarily, "It is very beautiful."

Jiang Yan turned her head to look at her profile. The light from the street lamps wasn't very good, but it also seemed to have a slightly hazy quality.

He felt a tickle in his heart, and seeing her gazing intently at the beautiful scenery in the distance, he smiled slightly, "It is beautiful."

Only he knew that this beauty was not that beauty.

"How many things are there that I don't know about you?"

Siyi couldn't help but sigh. Perhaps it was this very special way of getting along that made her tense mood gradually relax, and the question that had been lingering in her mind involuntarily slipped out.

Jiang Yan raised her eyebrows, her tone becoming a little frivolous again, "Baby, I thought I had completely revealed myself to you, but it turns out there's still a lot you don't know?"

"Jiang Yanhui, can't you be serious for once?!" Siyi glared at him, feeling that no matter what she said to this man, it would always end up sounding inappropriate in his mouth.

Perhaps their commotion was too loud, for just as Siyi finished speaking, a beam of light suddenly shone from behind, accompanied by the faint sound of hurried footsteps. She was startled, but Jiang Yan, familiar with the place, pointed to the wall behind them, put her arm around Siyi's slender waist, and whispered, "Sit up there, it'll be harder to be spotted."

Siyi turned her head and saw that, sure enough, the top of the wall was quite wide, enough to be used as a stool. The key was that there was a large tree behind it that covered the area, making it difficult to be spotted.

She nodded and carefully took his hand to climb over the wall. Because she was dressed lightly today, she jumped onto the wall very nimbly and sat down neatly. A moment later, Jiang Yan also jumped over, and the two sat side by side.

"Jiang Yan Hui, do you always come here?" Otherwise, how could he be so familiar with the place? If someone had discovered him, he would know where he was hiding. This guy must come here often to do these kinds of petty thefts.

"I wouldn't say often, but I have come here a few times."

This was a place he discovered by chance. When he was in a bad mood, he would often sit here and smoke alone, one cigarette after another. When he felt that his mind and spirit were completely swallowed up by that loneliness and helplessness, he would try his best to look at this beautiful and enchanting world and tell himself that if he really had nothing left, then at least he still had the means to enjoy all this beauty and enchantment.

Siyi turned her head in surprise, only to see his deep profile, with that same expression again. She remembered the last time she saw that expression was on his birthday, when he took her to see that cute and funny giant rubber duck...

In fact, he not only has a lazy and sexy temperament, but he also seems to be hiding some unfathomable depth.

Suddenly, I saw him reach out, pull out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and light it.

It seems like whenever I'm with him, he always has a cigarette in his mouth. His constant smoking all day long is really bad for his health...

The words were already on the tip of his tongue, but when he opened his mouth, they got stuck in his throat.

She's no one to him, so there are some things he shouldn't say carelessly.

Neither of them spoke for a while. One of them smoked, squinting at the distance, seemingly lost in thought. The swirling smoke seemed to separate him from the world, making him even more indistinct.

Siyi sat silently, her hands supporting her sides, her legs swinging casually.

She actually enjoyed the quiet moment; all her fatigue had vanished, as if she were in another time and space, with only the occasional rustling of leaves in the wind.

"I was probably only thirteen years old when I first came to this place."

The man beside her suddenly spoke, his voice deep and slightly hoarse from smoking, making it profound and captivating in the quiet night. Siyi rarely heard him speak to her in such a tone, and subconsciously, she seemed to hold her breath.

"That year, my mother had an accident and was in a coma for a time. The doctors said she was going to die. I knew that the two men my mother loved most in her life were my father and me. So I really wanted my father to be by her side. But unfortunately, after her accident, my father never went to see my mother again. And every time I went to see him, he was with other women. At that time, I thought that maybe I wasn't his biological child at all. In his life, besides women, the most important things were power and status. As long as he had those, nothing else mattered to him."

Siyi felt a sharp pain in her heart and stared blankly at him. Jiang Yan turned his head away, but his expression was indifferent. Smoke drifted around him, and he lowered his head, his slender fingers holding a cigarette. He casually flicked the ash, giving off a completely nonchalant feeling.

But she felt increasingly heartbroken.

How much courage does it take to talk about such past events so calmly?

What she saw in Jiang Yanhui was not true calmness, but rather a calmness masking his despair, his despair for family.

Her heart trembled violently, for him, but it also seemed to be for herself.

She could understand it, even though he only said a few words, but she could still see the despair in him.

She didn't actually like this sensitive side of herself. Understanding someone and feeling sorry for them involuntarily—what did that mean? She dared not think any further, but even if her feelings could deceive the whole world, how could she deceive herself?

"Then your mother..." There was silence again, too quiet. Siyi subconsciously wanted to say something, "...Well, I mean, it seems like the media has never mentioned your mother."

"She's alive and well, she can eat and sleep." She just doesn't feel anything anymore.