After Fu Yanshen carried Shi Jin into the bedroom, he didn't come out again.

I was awakened by a clap of thunder in the middle of the night.

Just then, a bolt of lightning tore through the night sky, illuminating the room as if it were daytime. A strong wind blew up the white gauze curtains, making them appear ghostly and menacing.

The faint sound of a woman crying could be heard from afar.

I was so scared I didn't dare breathe and wrapped myself tightly in the blanket.

With a loud "boom," I tensed up, closed my eyes, and held my breath.

Fu Yanshen!

I instinctively shouted in my heart.

I snapped back to reality in an instant.

He's busy comforting his sweetheart right now, he has no time for me.

Although he knew I was timid and most afraid of thunderstorms.

Thinking that he had always regarded me as Jin's substitute, I suddenly stopped being afraid. I felt like I had fallen into an ice cave, my whole body was cold and numb.

I lay there quietly, staring at the ceiling, motionless, until the wind and rain outside subsided and the sky gradually brightened.

Fu Yanshen has not returned.

Shi Xia is dead, and Shi Jin is so heartbroken. They are a pair of lovers who have been separated for a long time. It is easy to imagine what will happen.

I swallowed hard the heartache that was about to rise again.

That's enough.

I don't want to continue wallowing in this, like a resentful woman, repeating the mistakes of my past life.

He's just a scumbag. What kind of man can't I, Sheng Qiaoqiao, have?

I used to be too stubborn.

I got up, opened the closet, and immediately saw a little red dress. It was a haute couture piece, with a French retro style, featuring a halter neck, a fitted waist, and a knee-length hem.

I took it out and put it on, then put on a delicate makeup to cover up my exhaustion from crying and a sleepless night.

Actually, although my eyebrows, eyes, and lips look very similar to Shi Jin's, our personalities and temperaments are completely different.

I am a flamboyant and passionate red rose, and she is a gentle and elegant white moonlight.

No wonder Fu Yanshen dislikes my arrogant personality.

He has always been able to distinguish between me and Shi Jin, which is why he has always been so cold to me.

A knock sounded on the door, followed by a servant's respectful voice.

"Madam, there are two gentlemen and a young lady outside the door. They say they are your friends and want to see you."

Where would I find friends in northern Myanmar?

I left the room, puzzled.

Just as I stepped out, Fu Yanshen came out of Shi Jin's room.

He did indeed spend the night with Shi Jin.

Our eyes met across the distance. He looked me over, but I couldn't see his expression because of the distance.

I haughtily raised my chin, glanced at him, and quickly went downstairs in my high heels.

Fu Yanshen seems to have been following me the whole time.

"Qiaoqiao!"

Before I even reached the gate, I heard a familiar, bell-like girl's voice.

It's Luo Luo.

I took two more steps and saw Luo Luo, Ji Yan, and the handsome Song Sinan standing outside the openwork gate.

Under the sunlight, they were a handsome man and a beautiful woman, radiant and eye-catching.

Seeing them, my eyes welled up with tears, and I quickly walked out.

I almost didn't get a chance to see them again this time.

"Qiaoqiao!" Luoluo called out to me sweetly and hugged me.

"Luo Luo, what brings you here?" I asked in surprise, my nose stinging.

I had already let her know I was safe over the phone before.

"Young Miss, it's your birthday today, have you forgotten?"

Ji Yan took off his flashy sunglasses, smiled, and said loudly.

Is today my birthday?

I was surprised.

I haven't had my phone for the past few days, so I can't see the calendar.

They traveled all the way to northern Myanmar just to celebrate my birthday.

"Give me a hug, Miss."

Ji Yan walked up to me and opened his arms.

Without thinking, I hugged him.

At that moment, I felt a pair of burning eyes behind me. They were familiar, and I knew whose they were.

What? His white moonlight has come back, and he won't even let me, his substitute, hug my childhood sweetheart?

I not only want to hug Ji Yan, but also my male god.

"Snango, you're here too!"

I looked up at him, dressed in a suit and tie, refined and cultured, and felt a deep sense of gratitude.

After I finished speaking, I hugged him.

His body visibly stiffened, and I panicked a little. Had I been too abrupt?

Before long, his hand gently patted my back, and a warm, masculine voice sounded from above my head—

"To celebrate your survival."

I breathed a sigh of relief and smiled with gratitude, "Thank you, Brother Sinan!"

"Mr. Fu, we've come to celebrate Qiaoqiao's birthday. Do you have any plans?"

Ji Yan called out to the person walking out of the gate.

The man was wearing yesterday's white shirt and trousers. His handsome face couldn't hide his fatigue, and stubble was growing at the corners of his mouth. He nodded to Song Sinan and Ji Yan as a greeting.

Finally, he raised his wrist, glanced at the time, and looked at me again, saying, "Come back soon."

Fu Yanshen said calmly.

Today is my birthday. He has to arrange the funeral for the person who almost killed me and comfort my heartbroken white moonlight. How can he have time to celebrate my birthday?

He used to really dislike celebrating my birthday.

Luo Luo and I had a crazy day, accompanied by Ji Yan and Song Sinan.

That evening, they booked a bar, cleared it out, and celebrated my birthday with several local aristocratic youths, all of whom were friends of Ji Yan.

The numbing effect of alcohol and the joy of wild fun swept away the gloom of heartbreak.

It's late at night, and I don't want to go back yet.

Today is my birthday, why should I go back and listen to Shi Jin's mourning?

That's incredibly unlucky.

Luo Luo suggested playing "Truth or Dare," and I wholeheartedly agreed.

After going around the circle, only Song Sinan and I were not caught.

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