Hello, Chase
In the walk-in closet, the air seemed to solidify into a tangible form.
Yu Jinli remained crouched on the ground, still clutching the bent and deformed hairpin in her hand, like a clumsy thief caught red-handed, unable to move.
She stared blankly at the pale-faced man with trembling eyes at the door.
It's over.
The perpetrator was caught red-handed.
Now even jumping into the Yellow River won't clear my name.
Should she explain that she was just helping him with "clothing archaeology," or should she simply lie down and admit that she attempted to steal company property?
Feng Jinxuan stood there at the door, motionless.
His gaze passed over Yu Jinli and was fixed on the open box at her feet, which contained all his painful memories of the past.
That look was like looking at a restless, wandering ghost that had crawled out of its grave.
The familiar, cold, low-pressure aura emanating from him began to spread outwards uncontrollably.
The temperature in the entire walk-in closet seemed to drop a few degrees.
"What are you doing?"
His voice was hoarse and dry, like two pieces of rusty metal rubbing against each other.
Every word exudes a dangerous aura, as if a storm is brewing.
Yu Jinli jolted awake, her survival instinct bringing her back to her senses instantly.
She quickly hid the hair clip behind her back and then forced a smile that looked worse than a grimace.
"Boss... I... I'm helping you organize your clothes! Yes, organizing your clothes! I saw that this box is too old and covered in dust, so I wanted to wipe it clean for you..."
As she spoke, she frantically tried to close the box and destroy the evidence.
Don't touch it!
Feng Jinxuan let out a low shout, his voice trembling slightly, a tremor he himself was unaware of.
Yu Jinli's hand froze in mid-air.
The man took long strides, one step at a time, slow and heavy, as if stepping on a knife's edge.
He walked up to her, looking down at her and at the open box at her feet, which looked like a bloody wound had been exposed.
His eyes were filled with complex emotions.
There was anger at having one's secrets exposed, pain that was too painful to recall, and a hint of... vulnerability and embarrassment after being completely exposed.
Yu Jinli felt uneasy under his gaze.
She felt that she... really had done something wrong.
She shouldn't have touched his deepest wound without his permission.
"I'm sorry..." she lowered her head and apologized softly, "I didn't mean to..."
Feng Jinxuan ignored her apology.
He simply bent down, reached out, as if to close the box and completely seal away the past he no longer wanted to face.
However, his fingertips stopped just as they touched the edge of the box.
He looked at the faded black tracksuit in the box, the badly worn protective gear, and... the gold trophy lying quietly at the bottom.
Those memories that he had deliberately forgotten and buried for three years roared and surged like a raging flood that had broken free of its shackles, instantly engulfing him.
He thought back to himself three years ago, when he was still called Chase.
That version of myself, running atop the city rooftop as the sun rises.
That version of myself who would wear a wingsuit and leap off a sheer cliff.
That fearless self who believed life was about challenges and that the future held endless possibilities.
He also recalled that sudden accident that shattered all his pride and faith...
That day, he was conducting wingsuit flying training as usual.
The weather is great, and the wind speed is steady.
Everything was perfect.
But just as he opened his arms, ready to embrace the sky, an unprecedented, chilling misfortune enveloped him without warning.
His wingsuit had inexplicably torn open.
His body lost its balance in the air, plummeting rapidly like an out-of-control meteorite.
If it weren't for his exceptional physical abilities and survival instincts, which allowed him to grab onto a protruding branch on the cliff at the last moment...
If the rescue team hadn't arrived in time...
The boy named Chase, along with all his pride and dreams, had long since been shattered to pieces.
From that day on, his life was reduced to only black and white.
He sealed away his past, donned a mask of indifference, and transformed himself into an indestructible, emotionless business machine.
He thought that as long as he didn't look at or think about it, those wounds would slowly heal.
But now, this ignorant and arrogant girl has easily shattered all his pretenses with a small hairpin.
Looking at the man in front of her who had suddenly fallen into some kind of great sorrow, Yu Jinli's initial fear was gradually replaced by an indescribable emotion.
It's heartbreaking.
It's sympathy.
There was also a slight... urge to hug him.
She looked at the golden trophy in the box, and as if possessed, reached out and took it out.
The trophy was a bit heavy, and a thin layer of dust had settled on it.
She carefully used her sleeve to wipe away the dust, bit by bit.
Then she saw clearly the name that was so familiar to her, engraved in English on the base of the trophy.
【2019 Global X-Challenge Champion - Chase】
All the guesses, all the doubts, all the clues...
At this moment, they all come together to form an irrefutable and complete chain of evidence.
It was him.
It really is him.
That person she revered as a god, that person who gave her countless strength, that idol she thought had disappeared into the sea of people...
Surprisingly, he had always been right beside her.
She appeared in a state of utter disarray and heaviness she had never imagined.
Yu Jinli, holding the trophy, sat on the cold floor and suddenly laughed.
As I laughed, tears started falling uncontrollably.
She didn't know whether she was crying or laughing.
She just felt that fate was such a strange thing, and also so... bastardly.
It took away that bright and cheerful young girl, but in the most bizarre way, it brought this cold and heavy man to her.
She held the trophy, crying and laughing at the same time, like a fool.
Feng Jinxuan was completely stunned by her appearance, which was both crying and laughing.
He doesn't understand.
He doesn't understand this woman.
In his view, the things in the box represented nothing more than the pathetic past of a loser, a trivial history that he himself had buried.
This isn't some earth-shattering secret, much less something ugly or bloody. It's simply... one person's dream shattered.
This kind of thing happens every day in the world, as insignificant as dust.
But why?
Why would this seemingly carefree girl, who always talks about "money" and "KPIs," show such genuine, heartfelt sadness over such a trivial "little thing" that has long since rotted in the past?
Her peach blossom eyes, which always sparkled with a sly light, were now brimming with glistening tears.
There was no sympathy, no pity in those tears.
There was only one thing... something he had never seen before, pure and clean, called "heartache".
Her tears, like a sudden, warm spring rain, fell unexpectedly onto his heart, which had long been frozen and barren.
It made him feel... somewhat disoriented and hot.
He slowly squatted down to look her in the eye.
He reached out his hand, as if to wipe away her tears, but his hand stopped in mid-air.
Yu Jinli, however, took the initiative to raise her head.
She wiped away her tears haphazardly with the back of her hand, then looked at him and gave him a smile that was even brighter than the sunlight outside the window, glistening with tears.
She looked at him, at that star she had chased for countless days and nights, yet it remained unattainable.
She looked at him, at the hero who had been with her through countless difficult times but whom she had never met.
She looked at him and, in an almost reverent and tender tone, whispered:
Hello, Chase.
"My...idol."
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