Inside this towering commercial building, a busy and tense atmosphere permeates every floor. Sunlight streams through the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows, pouring unreservedly into the corridors and making the gleaming marble floors shine. Zhong Hua, with her upright posture and hurried steps, her high heels clicking crisply and rhythmically on the floor, seems to be playing a hymn of striving in the workplace.

She clutched a file folder filled with important documents, a testament to countless days and nights of hard work and dedication. Her impeccably tailored business suit accentuated her graceful figure, highlighting her professionalism and competence. Strands of her slightly wavy hair swayed gently with her steps, a few falling softly beside her fair cheeks. Her gaze was focused and resolute, fixed on the direction of the CEO's office, preparing to deliver a crucial work report.

The steam rose dreamily from the coffee cup in her hand, the rich, mellow aroma lingering around her nose, giving her a familiar and comforting feeling. This cup of coffee was like a little comrade-in-arms on her career journey, constantly dispelling her fatigue and injecting energy.

However, the gears of fate always turn unexpectedly. As Zhong Hua passed by the floor-to-ceiling windows in the corridor, she subconsciously glanced at the swimming pool below. That glance, like a sharp arrow, instantly pierced through the calm lake of her heart.

The pool shimmered, like countless tiny diamonds dancing and sparkling on the surface. Ah Yu, the man with whom she had made promises under countless stars, was now supporting Lin Wanqing's waist, intently teaching her how to breathe. Lin Wanqing wore a brightly colored swimsuit, its vibrant hue standing out against the azure pool. Her figure was light and graceful, like a nimble fish swimming freely in the water. Ah Yu's hand rested firmly on Lin Wanqing's waist, the two so close they seemed to merge into one, the air thick with an ambiguous and subtle atmosphere.

Zhong Hua's gaze froze instantly, as if time had stopped abruptly, and the entire world had fallen into a deathly silence. Her mind was as if it had been hit by a sudden storm, instantly going blank, all thoughts and consciousness being ripped away in that instant. The fingertips that had been steadily holding the coffee cup clenched uncontrollably, the knuckles turning a pale white from the excessive force, as if telling of the shock and pain in their owner's heart.

"Crack!" A crisp, abrupt sound, like a thunderclap, shattered the silence. The once-delicate coffee cup suddenly broke apart from her fingertips like a fragile glass doll. The scalding coffee, like an enraged beast breaking free of its restraints, splashed everywhere like a runaway horse, mercilessly shooting towards her feet.

"Hiss..." Zhong Hua couldn't help but gasp, her body trembling violently. A piercing pain, like a surging tide, swept over her instantly, spreading rapidly from the instep to her entire body. However, at this moment, it was as if her soul had left her body; her mind was already occupied by the agonizing scene in the pool. The excruciating pain in her instep became so insignificant. Her eyes remained fixed on the two people in the pool, her gaze filled with shock, pain, and disbelief.

The two people in the pool, upon hearing the coffee cup shatter, almost simultaneously jerked their heads up, looking in Zhong Hua's direction. Ah Yu's hand, as if under a powerful spell, remained frozen on Lin Wanqing's waist, not moving an inch. Sunlight shone on the water, refracting dazzling, almost blinding rays that pierced Zhong Hua's eyes and her already wounded heart.

Broken glass mixed with coffee flowed wantonly across the floor, like a swarm of out-of-control ghosts, meandering into eerie and terrifying blood-like patterns. Those patterns, like an invisible hand, gripped Zhong Hua's throat tightly. She instinctively took a step back, her eyes filled with terror and confusion, like a child lost in a dark forest.

A deafening crash echoed like thunder in the silent corridor. In his panic, Zhong Hua accidentally knocked over an exquisitely arranged vase. The vase, which had carried countless beautiful meanings, shattered instantly upon hitting the ground, turning into fragments. The crisp sound of shattering, like the laughter of a demon, lingered in the corridor, mercilessly shattering the last vestiges of hope and illusion in Zhong Hua's heart.

Just then, a gentle breeze, as if carried by a ghost, brought Lin Wanqing's whisper, as faint as a mosquito's buzz: "You're holding me too tightly." However, this almost imperceptible sound was completely drowned out by the loud crash of the vase shattering, disappearing like a tiny leaf into the surging waves, vanishing into the air without a trace.

Zhong Hua felt as if her heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible yet incredibly powerful hand, each beat accompanied by excruciating pain. Her breathing became rapid and erratic, as if she were about to suffocate. A warm mist gradually enveloped her eyes, tears welling up in her reddened eyes, yet she stubbornly held them back. Her lips trembled slightly, like two leaves shivering in the cold wind; her heart was already a turmoil of emotions—pain, anger, disappointment, sorrow… a complex mix of feelings churning within her like a surging tide.

She and Ah Yu once shared so many beautiful and precious memories. Those warm moments strolling together in the sunset, those sweet vows whispered in each other's ears—now, they felt like razor-sharp blades, cutting into her heart again and again, each cut so deep, so painful.

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