After leaving the military base, Ji Yunfeng found Nangong Zixin in a charming coffee shop. "Zixin, have you seen a woman who looks like Bing'er?"

If only everything were true, but alas, everything has changed.

Nangong Zixin looked at the man before her with her charming peach blossom eyes, her gaze indifferent. It had been so many years since she had seen this familiar face.

"I've seen her, but you'll be disappointed. She's not who she really is." I don't know if I was saying this to myself or to him, thinking back on the good old days.

The beautiful girl always skipped and hopped around, her face beaming with smiles every day. In that bright, sunny smile, there was nothing but innocence and naivety.

I still remember her oft-repeated saying, "Keep smiling and good luck will come naturally." It had almost become her catchphrase, but now I can no longer hear it.

He received the words he least wanted to hear and went to the bar alone to drown his sorrows. "A bottle of whiskey, please." Alcohol can be a good thing sometimes, a way to drown one's sorrows, but he didn't realize that drinking only makes sorrow worse, and in the end, he was the one who suffered.

With each glass of whiskey down his throat, his face was already flushed. "Sir, you can't drink anymore."

The person slumped over the bar suddenly sobered up a bit and staggered to the cemetery. Although drunk, he had accurately located the cemetery.

He picked up the wine in his hand and poured it in front of the tombstone. "Bing'er, do you know? So many midnight dreams have seen you appear in my mind, still smiling sweetly as before. But I wanted to hold your hand, yet I could never grasp it, until your figure grew increasingly blurry and disappeared completely."

"I've dreamt many times of making love with you, of wanting you again and again, until finally you collapse asleep in my arms, exhausted. Looking at your peaceful and serene face, I felt like the happiest man in the world. But a dream is just a dream."

The scenes from my dreams are still vivid in my mind, and I can't help but shed tears of pain. My beloved girl, if I had discovered this sooner, would everything be different now?

As he poured out his heart countless times, he finally collapsed before the tombstone. The person who had been hiding behind him appeared before him; a cool breeze added to the loneliness and desolation of the night.

After countless struggles, he finally arrived at the hotel, where a waiter greeted him, making him feel much more relaxed. After completing a series of procedures, the heavily intoxicated man was already unconscious, lying on the bed and fast asleep.

Looking at the once-naive boy, now a mature and charming man, I sigh at fate; time has passed, and we are no longer the same as we were at the beginning.

She gently stroked the man who loved her more than herself with her small, cold yet slightly warm hands, then got up to go to the bathroom to get towels and other toiletries to clean the man in pain on the bed.

She had always known that Ji Yunfeng was extremely clean, intolerant of even the slightest imperfection. Now, because of my death, you've forgotten your fastidiousness. She smiled bitterly to herself. Yes, my death must have caused you immense pain.

After everything was cleaned up, looking at his handsome face, she shed hot tears, lowered her head and kissed the man who loved her so madly.

Shen Shiyi: I'm sorry, my Yunfeng brother, the happiness you desire is beyond my control. We are destined to be apart in this life. If there is an afterlife, I would like to be your wife.

Five years had passed, five years since she last cried, yet now tears streamed down her face. Hot tears fell onto the handsome man's face, and then she rose and left.

The sleeping person seemed to wake up suddenly and grabbed the hand of the person who was about to leave.

"Bing'er, please don't go. I miss you, I miss you so much, I love you." Years of longing overwhelmed her at this moment, and she kissed the person in front of her haphazardly.

The man, usually gentle and refined, now forcefully and domineeringly pried open Shen Shiyi's tightly closed teeth, plundering her with a predatory attack, his intense desire drawing her delicate tongue in.

The person who kept pushing him tried with all their might but couldn't push him away. Any struggle was seen as a feigned reluctance, which only intensified the desire within him.

Perhaps he wasn't satisfied with just kissing her soft, red lips, so he bent down, swept her up in a princess carry, and roughly placed her on the 1.8-meter-wide bed.

His strong body pressed down on her, not satisfied with the previous kisses. This time, he kissed her forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks, and finally her neck. After repeated demands, the desire within him urgently needed release. He kissed her fragrant shoulder, and as one hand placed on her soft breasts and the other prepared to pull down her unsightly pants, the person under the bed was shocked and quickly stopped his mischievous hand.

However, he was too strong; even after five years in the military, she couldn't push away a man who exercised regularly—such was the disparity in strength between women and men. She knew his desire for her, so she let him kiss her to release the longing he had held for so many years, but she couldn't give him anything deeper. With her eyes tightly closed, she struggled internally, thinking, "I'm sorry, Brother Yunfeng, I can't satisfy your needs any further."

The freed hand draped over the shoulder of the man clinging to her, and soon the man fainted.

Her once icy face was now filled with guilt and self-reproach. Her gaze lingered on the serene, handsome face before she turned away and quickly stood up. In that instant, her once gentle and graceful features were instantly obscured by bloodlust and murderous intent.

The reason she went to the tombstone was just a sudden whim to see her own grave. Unexpectedly, in the dead of night, she would see someone she never expected there. All the affectionate words and painful words he had spoken reached her ears without missing a single one.

Seeing the desolate figure, so unlike a reunion, I felt a sharp pain in my heart, which became the prelude to everything that followed.

When Ji Yunfeng woke up the next day, he had a splitting headache. Holding his head, which felt like it was about to explode, he looked at the unfamiliar surroundings. The predominantly white decorations made it look like a hotel.

However, he clearly remembered going to Bing'er's grave last night, where he painfully recounted his longing over the years, but he couldn't recall how he got to the hotel afterwards.

In a daze, he seemed to see Bing'er, still as gentle and quiet as he remembered. It was as if Bing'er had taken off his shoes and clothes and washed his face. Was all of this real? Bing'er, did you really come to find me?

A more vivid memory is of him kissing her, and she didn't resist. Then he carried her to the bed. Why? Nothing happened afterward. She looked around the room, checked the entire bed several times, but found no signs of injury. Was this really a dream? Why did it feel so real?

Unable to suppress his doubts, he checked the surveillance footage, but there was no trace of her; the footage only showed waiters. He was utterly devastated.