Hotel, Presidential Suite
Chu Liyue sat on the living room sofa, her slender arms resting on the sofa wall.
The crystal chandelier overhead cast a soft light, obscuring her stunningly beautiful face in the shadows, making it appear enigmatic and unfathomable.
Her cold eyes were deep and unfathomable, like distant stars in the night sky, shimmering with an elusive glimmer.
She looked towards the room in the distance, where she could faintly hear the sound of rushing water.
When Xiao Wujie was brought back to the hotel, his fever had reached over 38 degrees Celsius. He had just taken fever-reducing medicine not long ago and could not take it again.
His clothes were also a little wet from the snow, so she told him to take a hot shower to lower his skin temperature and cool him down physically.
The suite door was opened from the outside, and Lu Zhufeng, dressed in a black suit, appeared with a somber expression as he brought clean clothes to Xiao Wujie.
Chu Liyue didn't react much, but stared blankly at the floor beneath her feet, her whole being like a silent sculpture, bathed in light yet seemingly enveloped in darkness.
The words Aisie Hall said as he left echoed in her mind.
“My divination results have never been wrong, Miss Chu. The fact is that Xiao Wujie has been dead for nine months.”
"Perhaps you should think about who this person next to you really is."
Soft footsteps could be heard coming from inside the room, and Chu Liyue looked up.
Xiao Wujie stood tall and slender at the doorway, the bright yellow light outlining his soft silhouette, making him handsome and charming.
However, the black bathrobe draped over his thin body looked slightly loose.
His complexion was pale from a long illness, and his brows showed a heartbreaking weariness.
He looked at Chu Liyue, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, his eyes showing a hint of evasion.
He seemed to lift his foot slightly, then pulled it back; a few strands of hair fell across his forehead, obscuring his expression.
Chu Liyue's eyes flickered slightly, and she stood up and walked towards him.
With each step she took, Xiao Wujie's fingers would curl up a little more, and by the time Chu Liyue stood in front of him, his hands had unconsciously clenched into fists.
Chu Liyue remained silent, while Xiao Wujie kept his head down.
"sister……"
"you……"
The two spoke at the same time. Xiao Wujie lowered his gaze, his meaning clear: you go first.
Chu Liyue looked at him with her deep gaze and said, "It's getting late, go to sleep. We can talk about it tomorrow."
Xiao Wujie's long eyelashes trembled slightly. He looked up at her, his eyes glistening with tears.
So, you're not going to stay with me anymore, right?
Chu Liyue's gaze was unfathomable as she met his eyes.
After only a moment, Xiao Wujie lowered his gaze again and lowered his head slightly.
After a long while, he moved his feet slightly. Just when Chu Liyue thought he would turn around and go back inside to sleep, he suddenly stopped and looked up at her.
His gaze instinctively darted away for a moment, but then immediately focused on her face.
His deep black eyes, with their familiar clarity, held boundless affection, longing, and dependence on her.
A smile played at the corners of his lips, pure and clear, his voice low and soft.
"Sister, wait a minute, I'll tell you everything, okay?"
As if afraid she wouldn't agree, his gaze and tone carried a hint of pleading.
"It'll only be a little while, I won't keep you waiting long."
Chu Liyue raised her arm almost imperceptibly, her fingers clenched silently, and she stopped, letting out a soft "hmm".
Xiao Wujie bit his lower lip lightly, but ultimately smiled, turned around, walked into the room, and closed the door.
The first time, she stood at the door of the room, and he didn't take her hand, cling to her, or ask her to hug him and coax him to sleep.
Chu Liyue's slender fingers gripped the hem of her clothes, her gaze filled with an unfathomable complexity.
She thought that perhaps he wouldn't even need to hold her hand; if he just asked her for something, she probably wouldn't be able to resist going to him and comforting him.
With her long eyelashes slightly lowered, she silently turned and walked away, taking a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses from the wine cabinet before silently sitting down on the sofa.
She poured two glasses of red wine, holding one in her hand and pushing the other away, speaking in a cool voice:
What do you think of Aisie Hall's words?
Lu Zhufeng, who had been leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, sat up with a blank expression and walked to the sofa opposite Chu Liyue.
He picked up the wine glass, gently swirled it, and silently followed the movement of the bright red liquid within.
A moment later, he suddenly tilted his head back and drank the red wine in his glass in one gulp.
The glass clattered onto the marble coffee table. His dark eyes remained fixed on Chu Liyue, his voice firm and unwavering as he spoke:
"Eyes and ears may deceive, but the heart is not blind."
"I only believe pretentious people!"
After saying that, he turned around and walked back, pulled up a chair next to the dining table, and sat down in front of Xiao Wujie's room.
He had a fever and was in a state of complex and unpredictable mood. With no one watching over him, he was worried that something bad might happen.
He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his gaze cold and deep, like a guardian deity, his figure taller and more imposing than ever before.
As she drank glass after glass of red wine, a blush rose on Chu Liyue's fair face, and a hint of intoxication appeared in her eyes.
She got up, turned off the light, sat back on the sofa, leaned back, and put her long legs on the coffee table.
With a "snap," a spark ignited, and she held a cigarette between her slender fingers, exhaling smoke rings.
In the darkness, amidst the swirling smoke, her cold eyes, reflecting the embers of the cigarette, shone exceptionally brightly, yet remained elusive.
Aisie Hall's words are true.
Therefore, the dream she had might actually have happened.
Xiao Wujie died nine months ago, so who is this seemingly perfect person by her side?
She was the person closest to Xiao Wujie and understood him the most; she knew him to the core.
If he's a fake, why can't she tell?
It is impossible for two people in the world to be exactly the same.
What kind of person could pretend so well that Lu Zhufeng, Lin Qingyi, and all those close to him couldn't see through the disguise?
Moreover, could his unreserved, heart-wrenching dependence and affection for her really be faked?
For once, she felt lost.
All of this is inexplicable and cannot be fully explained.
The dark living room was silent, save for the sound of her exhaling smoke rings.
"Buzz," her phone suddenly vibrated.
I received an email in my inbox.
It was a picture showing Yunmo and Chuwan with their hands and feet bound and their mouths gagged.
It also included a text message: "Arrive at the designated location within one hour. If you are even one second late, the person in the picture will be completely destroyed."
The location was marked in the lower right corner of the image, and the sender was unabashedly identified as Aisie Hall.
She stared coldly at her phone screen for a moment, then stubbed out her cigarette and got up to walk outside.
Lu Zhufeng, who was guarding Xiao Wujie's door, couldn't help but stand up and look at her. Chu Liyue made no attempt to hide the contents of her phone from him.
His gaze was deep and his voice was cold and deep: "Notify Chu Nanfeng and Xiaoxue to go to the designated location."
She glanced at the closed door and whispered, "You stay here and guard him."
After saying that, he turned and left.
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