Qin Qin barely managed to steady herself, her fingers resting on the table beside her to stay upright.

She tried her best to remain calm and quickly began to analyze why her father and mother suddenly wanted to tell her the truth.

From the time they found out about this until today, haven't they kept it a secret all along?

Why not continue...?

Qin Genzhi looked at her pale face, his eyes filled with only dark indifference. He remained unmoved as he watched her, who seemed to have been struck by a heavy blow, and continued to inform her in a calm tone: "We will help you find your biological parents."

Where do we come from?

Then return to where.

This is fair and the most appropriate approach.

The word "no" was already on Qin Qin's throat, and she almost blurted it out, but with a last bit of composure, she swallowed it back down.

She suddenly had a terrible thought: Could it be... could it be that they have already found their biological child?

Qin Qin dared not ask; she felt as if someone had grabbed her throat, making it impossible for her to breathe.

Even if... even if we find her, it doesn't necessarily mean we can't keep her, right?

Don't they have any feelings for her at all?

After more than twenty years of nurturing, don't you feel even a little bit reluctant to let go?

Qin Qin felt as if the news had struck her like a bolt of lightning, leaving her limbs numb and her tears flowing before she could even speak.

Before she could even react, tears were already streaming down her face.

She suddenly realized that she still had a lifeline: her doting grandmother and her uncle's several cousins ​​who loved her.

They've always spoiled her, and they certainly wouldn't bear to let her be sent back to her birth parents.

When Qin Qin came to her senses, she was the only one left in the living room.

After a while, the butler handed her a tissue. "Miss, please wipe your tears."

Qin Qin felt completely drained, so much so that she didn't even have the strength to hold the tissue. A sharp scream seemed to echo in her mind: she didn't want to be sent back.

...

On the other side.

Zhou Ji breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Jiang Yue was unharmed when she got out of the car.

The moonlight was somewhat blurry in the dark night, and the man stood in the deep darkness, almost blending into the darkness.

Only when she got closer could she see his handsome, fair face.

The moment Jiang Yue looked at him, perhaps because the light was too dim and hazy, it inexplicably reminded her of Zhou Fuwei, who had just recovered from his injuries and was standing quietly under the corridor waiting for her.

Quiet and reserved was Jiang Yue's most profound impression of Zhou Fuwei.

Then, she seemed to see a hidden madness in those eyes, a deep, almost morbidly intense passion.

It is both icy cold and scorching hot.

It inspires awe and fear.

Zhou Ji's voice broke the hazy, blurry vision before her eyes.

Is it over?

"Um."

Jiang Yue left her son at the castle in the afternoon and asked the program crew to look after him.

She blinked and asked curiously, "Didn't you see our child?"

Zhou Ji stepped forward silently. She was dressed lightly, in a knitted dress with a thin coat draped over her arm. Her long hair was slightly curled and fell to her chest. She had a delicate face and dark eyes, and stood in the night like a shining pearl.

He said, "I've seen it."

Jiang Yue paused for a moment, then asked, "Do you want to take the child back? It's not impossible, but he seems very attached to me." After careful consideration, she added, "If you want to take him back, you should ask for his opinion; you can't make a decision on your own."

Zhou Ji took her hand; her hand was still warm from getting out of the car.

He looked down, as if he could see her eyelashes clearly.

Straight, dark black hairs.

Like the trembling wings of a butterfly unfolding.

"I've seen the child."

Zhou Ji led her into the house, where a fireplace was burning, making it very warm.

The warm firelight reflected on the girl's soft, fair face, making it appear rosy.

He gazed at her silently, his eyes deep and unfathomable, a quiet undercurrent flowing within them.

A chill ran down Jiang Yue's back; that familiar feeling was back again.

She left Yanzhou back then.

Zhou Fuwei also looked at her with that same deep, subtly crazed gaze.

The two people seemed to keep overlapping and merging in front of her.

Perhaps they are not the same person.

But the feeling she got was the same.

Beneath its calm and gentle surface lies a hidden sense of invasiveness, enveloping you completely.

Jiang Yue was momentarily dazed, as if she had returned to the time in Yanzhou, a time when she was once full of youthful vigor and high spirits.

She didn't know what was wrong with her.

Suddenly, she raised her hand and gently touched Zhou Ji's face. The man stood there, quietly gazing at her, his dark eyes like a calm lake.

A pitch-black abyss.

It seems like there's no bottom to it.

Jiang Yue slowly traced his eyebrows and eyes with her fingertips, already immersed in her own world, and sighed softly, almost inaudibly, "It really looks like him."

How can they look so alike?

Even his eyes have become increasingly imaginative.

The moment she pulled her hand away, the man gripped her wrist tightly. "What do you mean?"

Who does he resemble?

The tone was tinged with nostalgia and melancholy.

Zhou Ji had never seen her with that lost and forlorn expression before, and he didn't know what she was thinking about, or if there was a hint of nostalgia that she herself was unaware of.

Jiang Yue couldn't answer him. She couldn't very well tell him that he looked like a powerful minister from a thousand years ago.

"Nobody."

Zhou Ji lowered his head and stared at her without saying anything more.

However, Jiang Yue could clearly sense that the pressure around him had dropped considerably. He remained silent and composed, simply because he was incredibly patient.

Conceal your talents and bide your time; keep your abilities hidden.

Wait for the right moment, then strike decisively.

Jiang Yue suddenly thought of a question: if everyone is reincarnated, could two people who look so alike be destined to be together in a past life?

Jiang Yue summoned the system, which was still in hibernation, and asked, "Is this really just a book? Is this world really just a novel?"

The system, after being thoroughly tested by her, has become smarter and now simply brushes off any questions it can't answer by saying the system is under maintenance.

Jiang Yue looked up again and found that Zhou Ji had not left and was standing opposite her sofa in the living room.

Jiang Yue noticed that his complexion had been really bad since he entered the room; it was pale and cold, and it was almost impossible to tell that he was in a very gloomy mood unless you looked closely.

Everyone dreams day and night.

Even if your loved one dies tragically in front of you, you can't get a good night's sleep.

It resembles a magnificent palace made of piled-up gold leaf.

The woman clutched her chest in excruciating pain, dark red blood constantly spilling from her lips and teeth. Like a broken duckweed, she floated lightly to the side of the canopy bed, closed her eyes, and never opened them again.