However, there were no lights on in the hotel's monitoring room. In the dim room, all the screens were pitch black, with only the screen in the middle emitting a faint light.

A man sits in front of many screens.

"Export this video. I don't allow anyone else to see it."

"Okay, boss."

His expression was terrifyingly cold, completely unlike the man who had just peeped into someone else's privacy.

"Tomorrow morning, I'll buy out both floors of this suite and clear out everyone inside."

"Okay, boss."

…

Pei Zhiting took out a tube of ointment from her backpack, squeezed out some, and applied it to the red area.

"Jiaojiao, do you also doubt Pei Hetong so much?"

He admitted that he was jealous that Pei Hetong had her.

"He...he...ever since I've been with you, I always dream about things from the past. I even start to wonder how I could have been in a relationship with him for ten years."

She tried hard to recall every detail of her time with Pei Hetong, but she just couldn't remember anything.

Pei Zhiting felt uneasy again, "Maybe you guys are together less often than you are apart, so you don't see each other often enough."

"Maybe."

She thought someone was shaking the bed, but as the shaking intensified and became more intense, she realized something was wrong.

"Pei Zhiting, wake up, wake up quickly, it seems like there's an earthquake."

"There's no earthquake, huh!"

Song Xijiao looked carefully and saw that the two were in the plane cabin, with white clouds and wings outside.

"Jiaojiao, how come you can sleep so well?"

"I fell asleep? Wasn't I in the room? How could I be on the plane?"

"You slept for twelve hours, and we were already on the plane an hour ago."

Twelve hours?

She actually slept for so long.

After Song Xijiao fell asleep, Pei Zhiting took out a syringe. He gently lifted Song Xijiao's sleeve and pushed the liquid in the syringe into her.

When Song Xijiao opened her eyes again, she found herself in the hospital.

"Pei Zhiting, Pei Zhiting."

Her throat is dry.

"Mrs. Pei, you're awake."

The nurse came and gave her a glass of water.

"Where's Pei Zhiting?"

"Mrs. Pei, you've been sleeping for half a month."

"What did you say?"

"Mr. Pei was in a car accident half a month ago when he was taking you home. He jumped out of the car holding you and fell into the river."

"No, it's impossible. Pei Zhiting is not dead. If he were dead, how could I not have any impression of him?"

"Mrs. Pei, you've been asleep for half a month, so your memory might be confused. Mr. Pei is indeed dead."

"No, you lied to me, Pei Zhiting is not dead, not dead!"

She clearly remembered that they were on the plane together and she was sleeping in Pei Zhiting's arms. How come when she woke up, Pei Zhiting was dead?

This is impossible.

The nurse took out her cell phone, opened the app, and played the day's news.

Pei Zhiting, president of Pei Group, died in a car accident that plunged into the river. Police report that the accident was man-made, and the driver has been apprehended...

"No, no, Pei Zhiting is not dead. I want to go find him."

Song Xijiao pulled out the IV tube from her hand and ran out of the hospital without even having time to put on her shoes.

She stopped a car and went to Pei's house.

The Pei family was all white.

In the mourning hall, there was a black and white photo of Pei Zhiting.

"Pei Zhiting!"

Song Xijiao ran over and saw that the person in the photo was indeed Pei Zhiting.

"No, no, Pei Zhiting, you promised me that you would love me forever, how could you abandon me and go away alone!"

Song Xijiao, wearing a hospital gown, was lying in front of the mourning hall holding Pei Zhiting's portrait, crying bitterly. Her bare feet were pierced by the debris on the floor, and blood stained the ground red, but she seemed to be unaware of the pain and just kept holding the photo and crying.

“Wuwuwuwuwuwuwu… Pei… Zhi… Ting… uh… wuwuwuwu… ah…”

Li Zhenjun's eyes were also swollen, but much better than Song Xijiao's. She asked someone to bring a pair of shoes to Song Xijiao and asked her to wear them.

"Mom...Mom...He listens to you the most. Tell him to wake up. Tell him to wake up..."

Li Zhenjun hugged Song Xijiao and they both cried together.

Everyone who came to pay their respects was moved.

On the day of Pei Zhiting's burial, Song Xijiao hugged the tombstone and was unwilling to leave.

…

Song Xijiao refused to accept that Pei Zhiting was dead. She locked herself in Pei Zhiting's bedroom and refused to eat or drink.

Li Zhenjun was afraid that she would do something stupid, so she had the door pried open and brought her out.

Her hair was disheveled and she was barefoot as she sat in Pei Zhiting's cloakroom. On the floor were clothes she had turned out, and she was holding Pei Zhiting's shirt in her hand.

"Pei Zhiting, you like me wearing your shirts the most. Which one do you think looks best on me?"

"Pei Zhiting, why don't you speak?"

"Pei Zhiting, do I look good?"

"Pei Zhiting, answer me!"

"Pei Zhiting, I love you so much, Pei Zhiting...

Song Xijiao put on Pei Zhiting's clothes one by one. Li Zhenjun stood at the door, watching her try them on one by one, watching her cry, laugh, scold, and talk to herself.

Li Zhenjun finally couldn't help crying out loud.

"Jiaojiao, if you're like this, Zhiting won't be able to leave with peace of mind!"

"Mom, Pei Zhiting is not dead. He is really not dead. I can feel him. He is right next to me. If you don't believe me, feel my heart. It is beating so fast. Pei Zhiting loves me. He will not abandon me."

Song Xijiao took Li Zhenjun's hand and placed it on her heart.

"Mom, did you feel it? It's beating for Pei Zhiting. Pei Zhiting is not dead!"

Li Zhenjun touched her heart and found that it was indeed beating very fast, but... that was just because Song Xijiao was too excited.

"Jiaojiao, Zhiting, he is no longer here. Just accept the reality."

"No!"