She went to the wrong table on a blind date and ended up getting married to a billionaire CEO.

Mo Yan went out on business alone this time, without a driver.

The matter is quite confidential, so we hope to keep it as low-key as possible.

Everything went smoothly. After finishing my business, I rushed back to the city so I could finally have a peaceful and relaxing New Year.

Mo Yan had originally agreed with Gu Tingyu to take a year-end holiday. He had finished all the important matters at hand.

It's Chinese New Year again, and I don't want to stay in the country, immersed in this festive atmosphere.

Although he had long been used to being alone and could adapt well, he still felt lost and melancholy a few years ago.

Gradually, Mo Yan felt he could live in his own time zone and at his own pace. The Spring Festival was precisely the best opportunity for him to relax.

There are no relatives or friends to socialize with, and there's no need to prepare too much stuff.

You can live as you please, going to bed whenever you want and waking up whenever you want; eat light meals, daydream, and exercise more.

These are all excellent ways to empower others.

Mo Yan has built his own kingdom in his small apartment, where he has created a life at his own pace.

But every time I go out and arrive at a bustling place, that lingering sense of loss still remains.

Especially when I see other families enjoying each other's happiness.

He also wonders what he would do if his parents were still alive. What kind of life would he lead?

Will I also be pressured by my parents to get married, start a family, and have children early on? Will I also have a family to support, doing those mundane and boring things together, laughing like a fool?

He found himself somewhat longing for that silly, worldly life.

But now that his parents are gone, fate has led him down a different path.

Besides his desire for revenge, something new began to enter his life.

For many years, revenge—avenging his parents—was his sole motivation for living. He needed to constantly strive to do something before his heart could find peace.

Push yourself to the limit every day, work hard to earn money, strive to learn new things, and make progress every day to feel hopeful.

But it's no use, it's no use, it will eventually stop.

In the stillness of the night, in the dead of night, those dark demons will return to his life.

Many times, he woke up in a cold sweat from his dreams.

Many times, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't fall asleep again.

Many times, he slammed his head against the headboard and the wall to calm his emotions.

Later, he met his master, began meditating and sitting in meditation, and started learning to befriend the demons within him.

Learn to build your own inner kingdom and fortress.

He could sleep peacefully again, and he could live an orderly life again.

He can stop and rest for a while.

But when you go out and connect with the world, you see the intimacy and flow between people.

His inner sense of loss was a reminder to him.

In fact, he also longed for affection, warmth, and for others in the world to care about him.

They long to have someone they care about, someone they cherish, someone they want to protect.

I long for companionship and support; I yearn for someone in this vast sea of ​​people who stands with me, someone who is one with me.

Even doing some boring, mundane things together is fine.

Go and experience the everyday life, go and experience the simple joys of life.

This kind of longing was already unfamiliar to him, but once some seeds sprout, no one can stop them from growing.

So he plans to give himself a new initiation ceremony.

This Spring Festival, go out, find a place to spend quality time with yourself, and connect with a wider and more distant world.

He had a premonition that he was about to begin a new phase of his life.

The location has been chosen: a small island in Northern Europe called Hvarf.

This small island, nestled among the fjords of Norway and covered in ice and snow, resembles a jewel meticulously sculpted by nature.

There is a solitary lighthouse on the island, standing on the rugged coastline, surrounded by endless ice fields and the deep ocean.

Beyond the hustle and bustle of the Spring Festival, in this remote place lies unparalleled tranquility and solitude.

A secluded haven.

Magnificent fjords, pristine snowfields, and surging seas; biting winds and warm sunshine intertwine; and at the same time, a warm lighthouse guards you.

Mo Yan longs to unlock new wisdom and courage there.

But who could have imagined that, after everything was prepared, he would be involved in a car accident on his way back to the city?

He was driving towards the setting sun, and the song "The Beauty of the World Is Intertwined with You" was playing in his ears:

The flowers are blooming and the grass is green; the one I love is on their way.

I know he traveled through wind and rain, passing by sunset without enjoying the view.

I braved the sea of ​​people just to embrace you; now the moon shines brightly in the sky, and my beloved holds starlight in her hands.

I know he braved the storms and went through darkness, and I empathize with you, hoping for your redemption.

Knowing you can't, I still want you to feel, adding a touch of rainbow to the starlight.

He doesn't know why, but when he hears this song, he feels that something deep inside him is touched.

It felt like something was about to burst forth from my heart, and my eyes felt a little wet.

He imagined himself sitting in the sunlight amidst the snow and ice, beneath a lighthouse, wondering what wish he would make.

In that instant, a large truck in the left lane suddenly crashed into him without warning, and he instinctively turned the steering wheel to the right.

Then came a violent impact, and my internal organs felt as if they had been displaced, causing intense pain.

At the same time, the truck crashed down on him, and he lost consciousness.

Upon waking up in this room, the first person I saw was Su Mairou.

He looked around and saw the hospital's testing equipment and a corner of the makeshift kitchen where Gu Tingyu and Su Maiqi were eating.

It was pitch black outside the window.

It seems he's been given a second chance at life. Perhaps the King of Hell took pity on him because his wishes hadn't been fulfilled yet and couldn't bear to take him away.

Of course, he also felt a stinging pain in his leg, an indescribable pain that made him furrow his brow and break out in a cold sweat.

Every slight movement felt like triggering a series of electric shocks, like flames burning under the skin, hot and sharp.

He was still unsure if he could save his leg; everything felt hazy and unreal.

At this moment, Su Mairou noticed that Mo Yan had woken up: "Mr. Mo, you, you're awake?"

Hearing the noise, Gu Tingyu put down his chopsticks and ran to the bedside, while Su Maiqi ran to call the doctor and nurse.

Gu Tingyu's first words were: "It's okay, your leg is fine. You'll need to rest for a few months, but it won't affect your later activities."

Gu Tingyu understood her best, and Mo Yan's anxious heart finally calmed down a bit.