How many loves can be relived in the story of a devoted CEO pursuing his wife?

Blood droplets fell down her trembling hand, staining the light beige coat with a glaring red.

Looking at the unyielding death in Lin Lan's eyes, Liu Sisi sighed silently in her heart, her lips pressed into a shallow line, her voice soft but clear: "You clearly have a choice."

Choose to let go of hatred, choose to turn back from the dead, and choose not to let yourself fall into the abyss.

Those hurts, those schemes, are scars etched into the bone, real and indelible.

No amount of regret can erase the traces – once you take the wrong path, there is no turning back.

Lin Lan forced a pale smile, glancing downstairs out of the corner of her eye.

The Christmas lights in the heart of Paris are already lit up like a galaxy, creating a romantic dream that people yearn for, but for her, it is nothing but a sugar-coated irony.

The air was so cold it was suffocating; she wanted to cry, but her eyes were dry and aching.

The night wind, carrying the stench of blood, filled my throat, and my hands, gripping the railing, trembled violently. "It's all my fault for being so foolish, so naive..."

Her voice was hoarse and incoherent, yet she stubbornly stood up straight, "But have you ever seen a shadow crawling onto its master's head? Liu Sisi, you are that shadow!"

The warm light in the university dormitory suddenly exploded before my eyes.

She remembered how she would walk back to her dorm in high heels, casually toss her designer bag aside, and her roommates would swarm around her, laughing and joking: "Lanlan, did your sweetheart brother take you back to school again today? How was it? What delicious food did you bring back?"

Liu Sisi always hid in front of the desk under her bed, turning the pages of her books so quietly as if she were afraid of disturbing anyone. Her old canvas bag dangled beside the ladder, looking particularly shabby.

"So what if you have excellent grades? So what if you win a lot of scholarships?" Lin Lan scoffed inwardly, the sharp pain from the wound on the back of her hand making her frown deeply. "Who in the whole school doesn't know I'm the eldest daughter of the Lin family? And you? You're just a country bumpkin who has to count the cost of a train ticket home!"

"Cough cough cough, cough cough cough..." She suddenly bent over coughing, splattering blood and saliva onto the cold railing. "I ate with you at roadside stalls, listened to your grievances about being scolded by your boss when you were doing odd jobs, and even 'kindly' found you an internship at Lin's... Did you really think I was a bodhisattva?"

"Hahaha..." The weak laughter was quickly shattered by coughing, "Cough cough cough..."

"I love seeing you look up at me when you talk, and I love the undisguised envy in your eyes!"

At this moment, even knowing it was pointless, Lin Lan still gritted her teeth and said, "The harder you try to climb, the more unattainable I seem! That's how the world should be. What I have is something you can never reach, even if you stand on tiptoe!"

But her memory suddenly took a sharp turn, bringing back that night that struck her like a thunderbolt.

Liu Sisi returned from her business trip to J country and pulled her aside for a heart-to-heart talk in the small apartment. She told her, "There's something... a bit complicated. Last night, last night... Lin Xuedong confessed his feelings to me."

The wine glass held a deep red liquid that should have been rich and fragrant, but under the light, the interplay of light and shadow on Liu Sisi's face revealed a nervousness she had never seen before.

"But you're telling me he likes you?!" Lin Lan pointed at the man in the wheelchair, her voice hysterical. "You know perfectly well how I feel about him!"

"He's my brother! You blush for ages even when Gao Zhichen kisses you, how dare you covet the man I've loved for twenty years?!" Her chest heaved violently. "I was waiting for you to shake your head, waiting for you to wisely retreat to a corner... But after only two days, you actually nodded?! You didn't even utter a sound after we got our marriage certificate!"

"Seeing me disappointed, in pain, conflicted, even on the verge of collapse... do you sleep well at night? Can your conscience forgive you?"

The railing creaked as she gripped it tightly, the wound on the back of her hand reopening and throbbing, as if mocking her foolishness. "I watched my brother lead you to us, showering you with tenderness in front of me and our parents; I watched him slam his fist on the table for you, saying, 'I will marry no one but you'; after I got pregnant with Zhiyuan, he secretly sent me to Paris to give birth, and every day I longed to hear his voice, even if it was just a 'goodnight'... But what happened?"

Her trembling voice betrayed her deep-seated grievance: "Not even once!"

“That brother who protected me since I was little and would even coax me when I frowned, broke his rules time and time again for you, turned against his family for you, risked the entire Lin family to bring down the Zeng family for you, and also ruthlessly pushed me and the child away time and time again!”

"His gaze towards you is so tender it could melt your heart, but when he looks at me... he only grows more and more annoyed!"

Before Lin Lan's cries could even subside, Lin Xuedong lifted his eyelids, his gaze carrying a calm understanding of everything: "You think that by saying 'I like you' for twenty years, you can turn your obsession into a justifiable justification?"

The wind suddenly turned fierce, lifting Lin Lan's shoulder-length hair as if countless hands were pulling at her.

The man lightly turned the control lever with his fingertips, the soft sound of the wheelchair rolling over the ground carrying an understated yet authoritative presence. His gaze was fixed straight ahead, his jawline taut and hard, making even the air seem to sink. "Using sibling affection as a pretext for scheming, using all your cleverness to get stuck on trivial details—that's your biggest folly."

A jolt went through her heart. Lin Lan's lower back slammed against the railing, the cold iron making her frown. Her voice suddenly rose into a sharp voice: "She was the one who plotted against me first!"

"Why should she steal you away?" She shook her head, roaring at Lin Xuedong like a trapped beast: "Why should everyone praise her for being sensible and capable? Why... all the glory, attention, and resources I had since childhood have suddenly appeared on her head overnight? She only gained a foothold by taking advantage of me, and now she wants to trample me under her feet?!"

His fingernails dug deep into his palm, forcing the wound on the back of his hand to reopen completely, and blood gushed out from between his fingers, mingling with the bloodstains on the railing. "She stood in the place that should have been mine, receiving everyone's blessings... At that moment, I knew that either I would drag her down and die with her, or I would fall and be smashed to pieces!"

The wailing sirens of police cars approached from downstairs, but Lin Lan seemed not to hear them.

She suddenly turned her head. The lights in the private room were like splashed gold leaf, dazzlingly bright, but not a trace of warmth fell on her.

Those familiar figures swayed into blurry patches of color in the halo of light, their voices sounding as if muffled by a thick wall of ice. Only she was nailed to the biting shadow, chilled from her fingertips to her heart, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

I could vaguely hear Liu Sisi walking closer in the night breeze.

She stood ramrod straight, not glancing at Lin Lan, but standing firmly beside Lin Xuedong's wheelchair, her palms facing upwards, naturally clasping his hand resting on the armrest. Her cool voice carried a sigh: "Even today, you still want to trap yourself in a dead end."

dead end?

Yes, from the very beginning, this was a hopeless and hopeless situation for her!

Liu Sisi gently stroked the thin calluses on the man's knuckles with her thumb. When her gaze met his eyes, even the corners of her lips softened slightly. "The real road is never something that can be stolen; it's something that two people walk together."