A series of rumbling thunderclaps echoed through the gloomy sky.
The surging dark clouds pressed the horizon extremely low, and the air was so oppressive that it was suffocating; a storm was desperately needed to sweep away all the gloom.
"Tap tap," the crisp sound of high heels echoed in the empty cemetery.
Chu Liyue, with her hands in her trench coat pockets, walked up the steps.
At the end of the steps was an ice coffin surrounded by flowers. The flowers around the coffin had withered, their petals dry and white, tinged with gray and decay. A mere gust of wind could have wiped them all away, leaving no trace of their existence.
Chu Liyue stepped to the ice coffin, her cold gaze falling into it, a slight ripple appearing in her deep, mysterious eyes.
The person in the ice coffin was dressed in a white suit, with a handsome and refined face, pale skin like frost, and a fragile, sickly look between his brows, like a broken branch covered in snow, which would disperse into a thin mist with the slightest touch.
Why... even though they have no connection, does her chest feel a dull ache?
Her memories drifted away, and when she woke up, she was lying in the Chu family's private hospital.
The hospital was in ruins. She and Aisie Hall had played every card they had, and Aisie Hall died.
The cancer that had plagued her for years was finally removed, but she couldn't be happy.
Not only her, but everyone else was also unhappy.
Bai Jingxuan was in tears, Chu Mingcheng looked grave, and Chu Nanfeng remained silent...
The man named Lu Zhufeng, covered in blood, stood guard over a skeletal corpse, raised his bloodshot eyes, and asked her, "Could you... let him sleep in Liyue Manor?"
She was seriously injured in her fight with Aisie Hall, and her heart suddenly ached sharply. Then she coldly refused.
She had no relation to the person he was talking about, so why should she allow a complete stranger to be buried in Liyue Manor? She was not a saint, and she wasn't even a good person.
Lu Zhufeng let out a loud laugh, his expression indescribably tragic, and looked at the corpse, saying:
"Serves you right for being so dramatic. No one will care if you die."
He carried the corpse away, followed by several people she could name: Lin Qingyi, Yun Mo, Bei Shan…
She recognized these people, but forgot how she knew them, which was strange.
She went home and felt even stranger.
Why was there a man's scent, men's clothes, and a bunch of medicines with complicated ingredients in her room?
All the evidence suggests that a man has been living in her room all along.
How could that be?
Over the years, no man has ever caught her eye, and she has never had any intimate contact with any man.
She had the room cleared of any unnecessary items. The maid was stunned when she heard her order, saying that she had instructed that these things not to be touched and that she was tidying them up herself.
She had a slight headache, and... it seemed like she had forgotten quite a few things.
Since she returned home, she has been suffering from insomnia every night.
When people have insomnia, they tend to overthink, and the more she thinks, the more she feels like she has really forgotten a lot of things.
Why did she choose the Chu Family Hospital as the location for her final battle with Aisie Hall?
She remembered fighting Ashley Hall to the death, and she was absolutely certain that she had killed Ashley Hall, but how had she killed him?
And that group of people she knew but wasn't entirely familiar with...
It seemed that a crucial memory, the one that connected everything, was missing from her mind, completely lost, and she couldn't recall it no matter how hard she tried.
Even when she tries to recall it, an extreme bitterness inexplicably arises in her heart.
She never told anyone about it, but secretly resolved to find this lost memory.
She had a feeling that this memory was extremely important to her, and if she couldn't get it back, there would be consequences she couldn't accept.
She searched for three years, but found nothing.
Every time they reached a crucial point, the clues would all go cold, and the root of the problem always pointed to the person in the coffin.
The wind blew a few stray hairs from Chu Liyue's temples, interrupting those jumbled memories.
She gazed at the handsome, sickly man in the coffin, her eyes slightly unfocused.
Lu Zhufeng is the husband of her assistant Ai Ruoman. He spent a fortune to buy this land in the eastern part of the capital and built this astonishing cemetery.
Only this one person lies in the vast cemetery.
Ai Ruoman said that Lu Zhufeng did not bury the person in the coffin because he felt that the person in the coffin had suffered too much and was too foolish in this life. He hoped that he could wait for the person he loved all his life and gave his all to.
Who is he waiting for?
Who was the person he loved his whole life and gave his all to?
I wonder if he'll be cold sleeping here all by himself...
"elder sister."
Chu Liyue's hand, which had touched the ice coffin, suddenly froze. She abruptly looked up and gazed around.
Who's calling her?!
A cold raindrop fell on her face, like cold water falling on scorching coals. She felt a chill run through her body and regained her clarity.
Why did she feel like someone was calling her?
Of all the siblings in the world, no one has ever called her "elder sister".
What's wrong with her today?
Fine drizzle began to fall from the sky, and the wind carrying a chill was on the face; a storm was about to break.
She glanced at the person in the coffin, then walked out of the cemetery.
The driver and his assistant, Ai Ruoman, had been waiting for a long time in front of the cemetery.
The driver opened the car door for her, and Ai Ruoman looked at her with a complicated expression, "President Chu..."
"You guys go back first, I'll walk around by myself."
It was about to rain. Ai Ruoman handed her an umbrella, but she just took it without opening it and walked aimlessly into the distance.
From the moment she set foot on this land east of the capital, she felt inexplicably depressed.
Especially after leaving the cemetery, she, who is usually clear-headed, felt very confused at this moment.
Why did that "sister" touch her so deeply, as if it were etched into the depths of her soul?
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