Chapter 86 Thoughts

She only cares about one thing.

Song Zhiwei shouldn't have exposed Zhou Xiaolu's dirty secrets; she shouldn't have brought shame upon the Zhou family.

That's utterly absurd.

Having said that, she had no interest in arguing any further and turned to leave.

A breeze blew from the end of the corridor, ruffling a few stray hairs on her forehead.

Xie Lingling stood there, watching her back, her head buzzing with anger.

The bodyguard quickly stepped forward to support her: "Madam, are you alright?"

His voice was filled with worry as he reached out to gently support her arm.

Xie Lingling waved her hand and suppressed her breathing.

She struggled to stand firm, her gaze still fixed on the direction where Song Zhiwei had disappeared.

But the person had long since disappeared, leaving only an empty corridor.

She simply couldn't understand how her once obedient and sensible daughter had become so unfamiliar.

In my memory, Song Zhiwei always sat quietly at her desk, head down, doing her homework. Occasionally, she would look up and smile at me, gentle and obedient.

When did she start to change?

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Song Zhiwei didn't return to her ward; instead, she went straight to the small garden behind the hospital.

Footsteps crunched softly on the snow.

It's the coldest season right now, and everything is bare.

It started snowing again, covering the ground and trees with a layer of white.

The withered branches stretched towards the gray sky, devoid of any life.

Only the snowflakes slowly fell, covering all traces of the past.

The cold wind, carrying fine snowflakes, stung my face, chilling me to the bone.

She stood outside alone, feeling the wind.

The north wind blows, scraping my face like a knife, it hurts terribly.

His cheeks were red from the cold, and his fingertips had long since lost all feeling.

But she just stood there quietly, without making the slightest move.

The coldness in the body is far less intense than the numbness in the heart.

But she didn't care at all.

The pain actually brought her to her senses, reminding her that she was still alive.

If you can't even bear this bit of cold, then what has all your years of forbearance amounted to?

She closed her eyes, letting the snowflakes fall on her eyelashes.

I don't know how long I stood there, but suddenly a lazy voice sounded behind me.

"Coming to see the garden in the dead of winter? You sure know how to enjoy life!"

Song Zhiwei turned around and saw Sheng Tingzhou.

He leaned against a stone pillar by the garden gate, one hand in his trench coat pocket and the other hand wrapped in gauze.

His eyes were cool and aloof, his lips slightly upturned, with his usual nonchalant air, yet he was captivating.

His hands were still wrapped in gauze, and he was wearing a black trench coat.

As I walked over, I was surrounded by a warm feeling that seemed out of place in this icy, snowy landscape.

The hem of the trench coat swayed gently with each step.

"I just wanted to come out for some fresh air."

Song Zhiwei said in a low voice.

The sound was so faint it was almost swallowed up by the wind and snow.

All the hopes I once had for her are now shattered.

When I was little, I longed for my mother to spend one more day with me; when I was in school, I looked forward to her attending parent-teacher conferences...

But every expectation ultimately turned into disappointment.

Now, she has finally decided to stop waiting and stop hoping.

Sheng Tingzhou stood beside her, his gaze fixed on her face, his tone becoming more serious.

"Would you like to come with me? We're going somewhere."

Where to?

Song Zhiwei looked at him with some hesitation.

Sheng Tingzhou smiled slightly, a smirk playing on his lips: "You'll know when you get there."

He didn't offer any further explanation, but simply turned around and walked towards the black car parked outside the garden.

Song Zhiwei remained silent for a few seconds before finally nodding.

She took a deep breath and followed him.

I feel so suffocated tonight, my chest feels like it's about to explode.

Furthermore, his appearance at a crucial moment once again created a strange sense of dependence, causing her to unconsciously lower her guard against him.

The car drove along, and the streetlights outside the window flashed by.

The city gradually recedes into the distance, and the buildings along the roads become sparse.

Finally, the car stopped in front of a manor.

"Come down."

Sheng Tingzhou glanced at her sideways.

The car lights went out, and night once again enveloped the surroundings.

He opened the car door, stepped out first, stood in the snow, and reached out his hand to her.

Song Zhiwei pushed open the door and got out of the car.

A cold wind blew in her face, and she instinctively wrapped her coat tighter around herself.

The villa in front of us is European style, with an elegant and dignified design.

The entire building sits in the middle of a large lawn, and its area appears to be several thousand square meters.

Even though it is now deep winter and the cold wind is biting.

The grass remained lush and green, showing no signs of withering or decay.

The pointed roof design is particularly eye-catching.

The building is not only tall, but also has a complex structure.

The nearest point, directly in front of the villa, stands a huge circular fountain.

The fountain continuously spouts water from its center, making a gurgling sound.

Surprisingly, the weather was so cold that the surrounding air was almost frozen into frost.

But the water in the fountain kept flowing and showed no signs of freezing.

Give me your hand.

Sheng Tingzhou spoke softly, his voice low and gentle.

Song Zhiwei lowered her head slightly, her gaze falling on his hands.

It was an exceptionally beautiful hand.

She paused for a moment, her eyes flickered, and finally, as if she had made up her mind, she carefully raised her right hand, hesitated for a second, and then gently placed her fingertips on it.

The moment her fingertips touched it, the warmth spread rapidly.

Immediately, Sheng Tingzhou slowly closed his five fingers, gradually and steadily enveloping her entire palm.

In that instant, Song Zhiwei's heartbeat involuntarily slowed down.

Sheng Tingzhou led her by the hand, his steps steady and slow, as they walked step by step toward the villa's gate.

Pushing open the heavy oak door, the interior unfolds before you.

The interior is decorated in a European style, and the entire space is magnificent.

She followed behind him quietly through the spacious, bright hall.

Then, Sheng Tingzhou pushed open an inconspicuous small door on the side.

Behind the door is a narrow corridor with soft wall lamps embedded in the walls, casting a warm glow.

The moment the lights came on, Song Zhiwei's eyes widened, and she froze on the spot, unable to believe what she was seeing.

Before me lay a complete rose garden!

A huge glass dome covers it, insulating it from the wind, snow and cold outside.

Roses in the garden are in full bloom, their branches and leaves intertwined, and their flowers layered upon layered.

The air was filled with a rich yet pleasant floral fragrance.

The overhead light was warm, casting its rays down.

Despite the howling north wind outside, so cold that even your breath freezes.

But the garden was warm as springtime, even a bit stuffy, so hot that Song Zhiwei couldn't help but want to unbutton her coat.

"How can flowers bloom in this kind of weather?"

She turned her head and looked at Sheng Tingzhou beside her in disbelief.

Sheng Tingzhou's lips curled up slightly.

"There's a temperature control system here that can precisely regulate temperature, humidity, and light. I have complete control over when the flowers bloom. Not just roses, but even cherry blossoms can bloom in winter."

After he finished speaking, he continued to hold her hand and slowly walked into the depths of the garden.

The surrounding flowers are colorful and varied in shape, vying for attention.

Instead of staring blankly at that barren empty space behind the hospital every day, why not come and take a look here?

Upon hearing these words, Song Zhiwei's heart skipped a beat.

That was a place she often went to, where she would sit alone, gazing at the gray sky, lost in thought.