Jiang Zhi sat in her small but safe rental house. The dim light flickered in the corner, as if it was also trembling with anxiety because of her troubled heart.
Her thoughts were a tangled mess, and Tang Junxi's once warm smile kept resurfacing in her mind. The moments they had spent together flashed through her mind like a movie. Those moments when Tang Junxi had offered her a helping hand in difficult times, those nights when they had shared their dreams, all pierced her heart like a sharp sword. Tang Junxi's death was like an unhealable wound, and the flames of revenge burned fiercely within it. It was an obsession that ran deep, not just because of their deep love, but also because of the conspiracy and darkness hidden behind Tang Junxi's death. She knew that if she could not avenge Tang Junxi, her heart would never be at peace.
Meanwhile, Shen Qingchen's presence lingered in her thoughts. His deep, soulful gaze seemed to pierce her soul every time he looked at her. The flowers he sent her daily, those delicate and beautiful blossoms, though neglected by her, stirred a ripple in her heart every time she saw them. And the cards filled with affectionate words, those words seemed to have a magical power, slipping into her mind without her noticing. The romantic encounters Shen Qingchen created in her frequent spots always left her somewhat bewildered. In those moments, she could feel Shen Qingchen's sincerity and the intensity of his love.
She knew Shen Qingchen was a unique man. As the president of a publicly listed company and heir to the Shen family, he lacked the frivolous airs of the wealthy. His wisdom and ruthlessness were his weapons in the business world, but in front of her, he was filled with endless affection. His wicked charm was a unique charisma that captivated those around him, and she had to admit, she, too, was influenced by it.
Jiang Zhi lay in bed, staring at the small stain on the ceiling, as if it could give her the answer. She began to recall every detail of her time with Shen Qingchen. Initially, she was completely resistant to his pursuit, feeling that her world was only about revenge, not love. But as time went by, Shen Qingchen, like a ray of warm sunshine, slowly penetrated the haze of revenge in her heart.
She recalled a time when she was walking alone in the rain, her mood as gloomy as the weather. Suddenly, an umbrella appeared above her head, and she turned around to see Shen Qingchen's gentle smile. He didn't say much, just silently accompanied her walking in the rain. At that moment, she felt a long-lost peace and warmth. Another time, she was looking up information in the library, busy and exhausted trying to find clues to Tang Junxi's murder. Shen Qingchen appeared beside her at some point, gently handed her a cup of hot coffee, and then sat quietly beside her to accompany her, without disturbing her thoughts.
These seemingly insignificant moments, at this moment, surged into her heart like a tide. She began to realize that Shen Qingchen had already occupied a place in her heart. However, the appearance of this place made her feel extremely conflicted and painful. She felt that if she accepted Shen Qingchen's feelings, it would be like betraying Tang Junxi. How could she immerse herself in a new love when Tang Junxi had not yet received justice?
She turned over and covered her head with the quilt, trying to escape these chaotic thoughts. But the more she did this, the clearer those thoughts became. Her heart seemed to be divided into two camps. One side was shouting to avenge Tang Junxi and not be bound by emotions; the other side was whispering about Shen Qingchen's goodness, urging her to let go of hatred and embrace this rare love.
Jiang Zhi's mind reappeared with her grandfather, Jiang Yan. Grandpa had always been her strongest support. He knew her feelings for Tang Junxi and her determination for revenge. What would Grandpa think if he knew she was caught up in such an emotional entanglement? Would Grandpa think she was an unfilial child who had forgotten her mission? However, Grandpa had also hoped that she could live a happy life. Could the appearance of Shen Qingchen be a possibility of the happiness that Grandpa hoped for?
She sat up, her hair a little disheveled, her eyes filled with fatigue and confusion. She walked to the window and looked out at the bustling city at night. People came and went on the brightly lit streets, each with their own stories and troubles. She thought, perhaps in this world, no one's life is smooth sailing; everyone struggles with various choices.
Her hands tightly grasped the curtains, her fingers turning slightly white due to the force. She didn't know how to choose. If she chose revenge, she would have to reject Shen Qingchen and completely push him out of her life. But, could she really do it? Every time she saw Shen Qingchen's disappointed eyes, her heart would ache involuntarily. If she chose Shen Qingchen, how could she face the hatred deep in her heart? Could she just watch Tang Junxi's death go on like this?
Jiang Zhi's tears flowed unconsciously, dripping onto the windowsill. She felt as if she had fallen into an endless dark abyss, unable to find a way out. Her heart was screaming in pain, and she longed for a voice to tell her what to do, even a small hint.
She thought back to her days in rural foster care. Life back then, though difficult, was simple and pure. She didn't have so many complex emotional entanglements, and every day she focused solely on survival. Now, she faced a decision even more difficult than survival itself. Her path to revenge was filled with unknowns and dangers, and she wasn't sure if she would ultimately succeed. And Shen Qingchen's love was just as uncertain. She didn't know how long it would last, nor did she know if she had the ability to manage it well.
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