On the day of her return to China, she was tied up and coaxed by the richest man to get her marriage

Si Qing's eyes were deep and dark, falling on the torn letter. A storm raged in his eyes, then turned into an unfathomable darkness in an instant.

The cigarette between his fingers was almost burned out, the burning sensation reaching his fingertips. He lowered his hand and stubbed it out in the ashtray, then reached into the safe and spread the shredded paper on the desk.

The man stood tall and elegant, watched quietly for a while, then lowered his head and arranged the shredded paper neatly according to the order of the words, aligning all the gaps.

Next, he found some glue under the desk, applied it with a cotton swab, and carefully glued the torn pieces of the letter back together.

Under the dim light, his slender fingers turned the letter paper gently, his fingertips cool and moist, gleaming with light.

The man's usual cold and sharp expression turned into a focused, low murmur.

It took him a long time to fully restore one of the letters.

Looking at the familiar words on the creased paper, a dark light welled up in his eyes, like a faint ray of moonlight breaking through the air in a secluded valley, gently caressing the dark depths of the sea and creating soft ripples.

He couldn't help but reach out and stroke the slightly faded edge of the paper, again and again, a hint of self-mockery appearing in his eyes.

It's hard to imagine that he would do something so childish in the past.

These are things that should have been discarded and forgotten.

But on second thought, there's no need to deliberately cover up those memories.

Emotions can sometimes be a form of pressure, and pressure can be transformed into a spring.

The more you try to suppress or control it, the more fiercely it will rebound, and the more it will hurt you.

Instead, by letting go of control and simply feeling and facing it, it calms down on its own.

Si Qing's chest heaved deeply as he put the letter back into the safe and locked it.

The wind picked up and blew the window open with a bang, letting in a strong gust of cold air.

The incense burner on the desk was filled with bluish-white smoke, which swirled and thickened with the breeze that blew in, before finally being swallowed by the night.

His eyes were calm and still. He leaned back against the window frame, his breathing gradually calming down, as if he had entered a deserted place, so quiet that no ripples could be stirred.

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The rain kept falling, and by the middle of the night, thunder even started, accompanied by lightning.

Yu Jinzhao didn't sleep well and had a messy dream.

I dreamt that Si Qing had schizophrenia. One moment he would smile gently at me, the next he would coldly tell me to get lost, and then he would open his blood-red mouth as if to devour me.

In her dream, she ran desperately, trying to get away from him, but he chased after her relentlessly, and she was about to be caught by him.

Boom.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared in her ears. She woke up from her dream, covered in sweat, still shaken, and breathing heavily and erratically.

It took me a while to realize I was dreaming. I glanced at the time and it was only a little past three in the morning.

She buried her head under the covers and turned over to try to sleep, but she couldn't fall asleep. The nightmare she had just had left her feeling helpless and uneasy.

I tried to force myself not to think about it, but my thoughts kept going against her.

The more I try to control my sleep, the more alert my mind becomes, as if it's been injected with adrenaline.

Another bolt of lightning flashed into the room, illuminating almost the entire surrounding area.

The blinding light made people feel inexplicably uneasy.

Yu Jinzhao simply sat up, turned on the light, took out the golden needle manual her mother had left her, and leaned against the headboard to study it seriously.

Learning brings peace.

Before I knew it, it was dawn.

Because the curtains were not closed, the first rays of dawn shone directly into the window, falling on her bright and beautiful face.

She moved her eyelids, turned her head to look at the bright sunlight outside the window, and her eyes shone with a renewed light.

It's a beautiful day today, so I think everything will go smoothly.

She closed the book, put it away, and then went into the bathroom to wash up.

When I pushed open the door and stepped outside, the whole garden was moist and fresh.

The fresh air after the rain relaxed her tense nerves, which had been strained from a sleepless night; the fragrance of earth and grass could melt away all anxieties.

Yu Jinzhao admired the natural beauty of the garden for a while, then went to the pharmacy to get the pills he had prepared for his grandmother, and went straight out.

She had a tough battle to fight today, so she wore a tracksuit that was easy to move in, flat shoes, and a high ponytail. She looked youthful and energetic, showing no signs of fatigue.

At this time, it was the time for Si Qing to leave for the team. She didn't want to run into him, so she deliberately left through the back gate of the Imperial Garden.

Who knew that as soon as I stepped out the back door, I looked up and saw...