Yundu

"Where's Junlin?" Guandu came back from get off work but still hadn't seen him.

"He left. He said he had urgent business to attend to back home, and Fu Yi went to see him off." Mu Su looked at him in confusion. "Didn't he tell you?"

"It's alright." Guan Du was taken aback. He should be happy, right?

He picked up his phone and sent a message to Junlin.

Tsk, this kid isn't replying to messages.

"Luo Luo, has the Emperor arrived yet?"

"arrive"

"OK"

"I'm going to the US tomorrow, will you come with me?"

OK

next day

Airport

"Why are you back?" Li Huangchen asked Jun Lin curiously.

Junlin ignored him.

"Did you two have a fight?"

...

"Could it be that they broke up?"

Junlin glared at him angrily, "No."

"Oh, you two had a fight?" Li Huangchen laughed, clutching his stomach.

Long Yanli held the little girl and listened to the gossip.

Qin Zhiluo did not tell them that Adu would come.

M country

"We'll take you to the Presidential Palace first," Long Yanli said, holding the little girl's hand.

"No need, Adu will pick me up," Qin Zhiluo pointed in that direction.

Junlin was stunned for a moment and looked in that direction.

"Hey, brother, you've gotten more handsome!" Li Huangchen greeted Guan Du as he approached.

"You're not bad either," Guan Du said, picking up Qin Zhiluo's bag and glancing at Jun Lin. "Good, the kid isn't looking at him."

"Let's go," Qin Zhiluo said as she got into the car.

"What's going on?" Li Huangchen originally wanted to tease him, but then he saw that his brother's eyes were red.

Junlin got into the car, closed his eyes, and ignored everyone.

"How did you turn my gentle and refined fourth brother into a crybaby?" Li Huangchen was incredibly curious.

“It’s like you didn’t cry,” Long Yanli said, giving Li Huangchen a speechless look.

“This…this is different, okay?” Li Huangchen argued.

presidential palace

“The surveillance cameras at the Presidential Palace have been replaced,” Guandu said, looking at her. “Let me go in with you.”

"No need, you can watch the monitor," Qin Zhilu waved her hand dismissively.

"Halt! Who are you?" The two guards looked at her sternly.

Qin Zhiluo made a phone call.

Soon after, two people ran out.

"Hello, are you Chief Y?" The presidential palace butler looked at her with disbelief.

"Hmm," Qin Zhiluo swaggered in.

The two guards were so frightened that they immediately shrank back.

He didn't look forty at all; he had flaxen hair and eyes like the deep blue sea, clear and profound, hiding a keen insight.

He walks with powerful strides, moving with the speed of the wind, yet maintaining a steady and composed demeanor.

"Hello, Mr. President," Qin Zhiluo nodded slightly.

"Your Excellency, I have long admired your name," the president said, somewhat surprised but more eager to hear from you.

“Deleting memories requires the individual’s consent, Mr. President, you know that, right?” Qin Zhilu followed him.

“This…” The president looked at her with great distress.

"Eighteen years ago, we had a daughter who was taken away. My wife went crazy thinking about her and forgot everything. Not long ago, she was triggered by something and remembered it. She is in great pain every day," the president said with a pained expression.

"Take me to see it first." Qin Zhiluo was unaware that such a thing had happened at the Presidential Palace.

In that dimly lit room, the air seemed to be filled with pain and despair, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

On the bed, she was emaciated, her face pale and almost translucent, devoid of any color, like a thin sheet of paper, as if it would shatter at the slightest touch. Her hands were bony and thin, her bloodless fingers hanging limply by the bedside, like withered flower petals.

Qin Zhilu felt that she resembled someone.