Chapter 64: Their Home He slowly lowered his head behind her and kissed her...

The sound of the engine starting rang out, Wen Yi looked around the unfamiliar car interior and her eyes fell on the dashboard.

Although there was a bicycle accident, there were no abnormal indications on the dashboard.

The car could continue to drive, and the tension in her heart relaxed a little.

The car screen lit up, and the navigation system automatically popped up a few "most frequently visited locations." She stared at a suburban address she had recently visited, figuring it must be where she currently lived.

She decisively pressed the "Go" button.

The car slowly drove out of the parking lot. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, not knowing what was waiting for her ahead. She was going home but it felt like an adventure.

She left the city along Qinghe Highway, the hustle and bustle of the city gradually left behind.

When the navigation showed that the destination had been reached, she stopped in front of a completely unfamiliar villa, and a sense of nervousness arose in her heart.

The carved iron gate slowly opened. After parking her car in the garage, she stopped in front of the gate.

The electronic key slid across the sensing area and the door opened. Wen Yi took a deep breath and pushed open the brown teak door.

The house was quiet. The living room under the high ceiling was particularly bright and airy, with sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the mahogany floor.

The air was filled with a faint aroma of coffee, as if the owner had just left.

In the center of the living room, a black Steinway grand piano sits quietly.

Wen Yi raised an eyebrow. Who was this piano bought for? Her mediocre skills weren't up to par. She slowly walked over, her fingertips gently touching the keys. A long, lingering sound echoed, and the anxiety in her heart seemed to take flight, slowly leaving her chest with the lingering sound, leaving only peace.

She looked up and around, trying to convince herself that this was her "home".

There are several Impressionist oil paintings hanging on the wall; there are exquisite handicrafts on the fireplace, and you can see that each piece is carefully selected by the owner.

But the strange thing is that there is not a single photo of her and Gu Yifeng here.

She frowned, feeling a little disappointed. Perhaps... they weren't used to having their pictures taken? After all, Gu Yifeng's job was special; unless absolutely necessary, he rarely exposed himself to the camera.

She walked towards the spiral staircase on the side of the living room, holding the metal railing and slowly going up the stairs. She looked up at the spiral path and suddenly felt that it was a bit like leading to the unknown end of time.

Whose design concept was it? She couldn't help but wonder.

She instinctively pushed open the door to a bedroom on the second floor, revealing the minimalist master bedroom. On the dressing table by the window, untidy cosmetics lay scattered across the room, seemingly freshly used. She flipped through them one by one. Though unfamiliar, every lipstick and perfume was a favorite brand.

The wardrobe was filled with clothes, bags, and jewelry, all neatly arranged. Although she had no memory of them, they all fit her aesthetic.

She walked to the bed, picked up the remote control on the bedside table, and turned on the TV news.

"…Today, the World Environment Summit opens in Alaska, and the issue of global warming has once again become a focal point…"

She held her breath and quickly switched between channels, including domestic and international, local stations, and even some niche consulting platforms, trying to find reports about the Qingluanshan Nuclear Power Plant.

But nothing was found.

There was nothing unusual in the news, nor were there any related accident warnings. Even the keywords such as earthquake, nuclear power plant, and superpowers did not appear.

Everything she saw on TV told her that the disaster had never happened. The world was still bustling, time was still flowing, but she was the only one who was quietly different.

Her mind kept switching between doubt and self-doubt, but she knew in her heart that the mission had failed.

There might not be much truth in the news. She turned off the TV, took a deep breath, and her eyes fell on the laptop on the bedside table.

She opened it casually and reluctantly tried a few more possible combinations - all failed.

She closed the computer with a snap and rubbed her temples irritably.

…Oh my God, what password did she choose?

Wen Yi thought about it over and over again but still felt uneasy. She wanted to know the current situation of the nuclear power plant immediately.

She finally plucked up the courage to call Wen Chi from the landline in the living room. To her surprise, after a few rings, the call was unexpectedly connected.

"Brother!" she blurted out, her voice filled with disbelief. "Is it you?"

"Hmm?" A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone, with a lazy tone, "What's wrong?"

The background noise on Wen Chi's end was a bit noisy.

"Brother..." She was stunned for a moment, wanted to say something, and suddenly laughed. As she laughed, she began to choke again.

There were so many things she wanted to say, but she kept calling him "brother". Finally, she asked without thinking, "Brother, do you know what happened to the nuclear power plant?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a second.

"...What nuclear power plant? What's going on in broad daylight?"

Wen Yi felt relieved after being scolded. Even Wen Chi didn't know what happened, which meant... maybe the mission was really accomplished.

She held the phone tightly and looked at the bright sunlight outside the window. It was a little dazzling but also warm and soothing.

"Brother..." She twisted the phone cord with her fingers and said suddenly in a depressed tone, "I can't find him..."

"..." Wen Chi was silent for a long time this time, and suddenly sneered, "Heh~ Your man is missing and you come to me? When did I become a part of your play?"

Before she could explain, a busy tone came from the other end of the phone.

She hung up the phone helplessly.

A thought flashed through her mind, why not use her ability to recap what happened in this room?

Perhaps, the whereabouts of Gu Yifeng are hidden in the memory of this room.

She looked around the living room, her eyes finally landing on the grand piano.

She walked over, pulled out the piano stool and sat down, her fingertips lightly placed on the black and white keys. She closed her eyes, and a flash of light passed before her eyes - the familiar aroma of coffee wafted in the air, and the stumbling sound of the piano rang in her ears.

Wen Yi: ...What kind of music is this?

She opened her eyes and saw herself sitting at the piano with "Fugue in E Major" on the music stand.

The black lacquered surface reflected Gu Yifeng's figure. He was sitting on the sofa with his back to her, reading a book.

Oh, there are such peaceful moments between them.

It would have been more perfect if she played the piano better, but she turned the fugue into three cats fighting.

She saw the man behind her shoulders twitching constantly, then he lowered his head as if nothing had happened and continued reading his sage book.

"Mr. Gu," she stopped her evil hands and said indifferently, "I practiced the piano for an hour. How many pages of this book have you read?"

"I saw the Hokage being resurrected." Gu Yifeng turned a page of the comic and said calmly, "I think if Bach knew you played the Well-Tempered Clavier like this, he would also want to be resurrected to guide you."

"Oh, you also understand Bach." She raised her eyebrows.

"Yiyi," he closed the comic and lowered his voice a bit, "If you don't want to play it, don't play it. We can do something else meaningful."

"How do you know I don't want to play?" She turned the page of the music without looking away.

"Then I have to ask you." He stood up and walked behind her. "When you were practicing the piano just now, were you looking at the music score, or were you looking at me through the lacquer?"

She lowered her head, but her ears began to turn red little by little, and she started again from the beginning with a guilty conscience.

Gu Yifeng stood behind her, slowly lowered his head, and kissed her earlobe directly.

"Well... stop it." She was so teased that she didn't know what to do. With a tremble of her fingers, the three cats fighting turned into three cats calling for sex.

Wen Yi: ...

He laughed and teased: "When did we get a cat at home?"

His fingers quietly reached under her clothes and caressed her gently, his intentions were obvious.

"Don't, don't do it here..." Her waist was pressed against the edge of the piano and she struggled uncomfortably.

Wen Yi suddenly opened her eyes and stood up with a red face.

How outrageous!

Piano has become a part of your play, right?

She tried hard to suppress the banging of her heart against the wall and went back to the bedroom to continue thinking of a solution.

She sat on the edge of the bed, thinking it over again and again. Her intuition told her that it was more likely to find clues in the bedroom.

She closed her eyes and her consciousness sank into the familiar cube of light again.

My eyes went dark, but it didn't light up again. There was a sense of ambiguity in the darkness.

She opened her eyes and found herself lying on the bed. Suddenly, her waist felt tight and an arm was wrapped around her. She vaguely heard the person behind her whisper something, but before she could hear clearly, she was pressed heavily under him.

He tilted his head slightly, lowered his head and covered her lips, while his other hand quietly tore open her pajamas.

Wen Yi:……!!!

Why is it that this is another picture that Jinjiang review does not allow?

She quickly closed her eyes and said, "I didn't see anything. Don't lock me up, don't lock me up!"

She went through all that trouble to go back in time just to see this? That's not how you use superpowers, is it?

Wen Yi was so angry that she had no energy to think about anything else. She stared blankly at the ceiling and let Gu Yifeng work hard.

But just as she was about to exit this retrospection, he raised his head slightly. She shifted her gaze and saw half of a completely unfamiliar face in the dim light of the bedroom.

ah! ! ! !

She screamed and jumped out of bed, her whole body trembling with cold.

What did she see just now? Was it an illusion?

Her heart was filled with fear, and she no longer had the energy to look back and see who that person was.

But she was sure that the profile she saw in the dark just now was not Gu Yifeng at all.

She frantically searched every drawer and cabinet she could find, looking for their photos, any photos, even ID photos.

But the bedroom was a mess, and there was not a single photo of her "husband", no photo together, and no marriage certificate.

She slumped on the floor, her eyes unfocused, staring blankly out the window. After staring for too long, a thick black fog seemed to emerge from the dazzling white light, rushing towards her rapidly, turning into a net that she could not escape, tightly strangling her throat.

She struggled desperately, but saw the black mist transform into that strange face and said to her:

"I am your husband."

She closed her eyes in pain.

Suddenly, there was the sound of a door opening downstairs, and Wen Yi's heart was startled.

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The author has something to say: Play with abstraction a bit and see if you get locked out.

Gu Yifeng: Wife, please listen to my explanation

Wen Yi: I don’t want to listen, I don’t want to listen [bursts into tears]

Director: Piano Play [Sunglasses]