She suddenly chuckled softly, clutching the will tightly in her hand, unable to stop laughing.
As she laughed, the bitterness on her lips became unbearable, her delicate brows furrowed, and her eyes reddened.
An indescribable feeling spread through my heart.
She wasn't her grandfather's biological granddaughter; Ji Pengfei and his family of three were his true family.
But her grandfather left the Ji family empire to her...
Aside from this pile of papers, at the very bottom is a book that isn't very thick; it's a collection of poems.
[With deep humility and patience, await a new moment of profound enlightenment.]
There is no such thing as victory; holding on means everything.
It is a poem by Rilke.
I casually opened the book, and a photograph tucked inside caught my eye.
Ji Zhinan was momentarily lost in thought.
There are three people in the photo. Judging from the background, it should be a park or similar place with nice scenery. A young and handsome man is dressed formally. His high nose bridge is so delicate that there is not a single flaw. He has his right arm around a very pretty girl.
He didn't look at the camera, but focused his attention on the girl, his sexy thin lips slightly curved, his eyes full of love.
The girl in his arms was wearing a beautiful long dress, her hair was tied into two braids, and she looked a little playful. She tilted her head slightly and leaned on the man's shoulder, smiling as she looked ahead. Her eyes were full of happiness, and her smile was very healing, giving people a sense of enlightenment.
Standing next to them was a middle-aged man who was dressed neatly and looked much older than them.
The middle-aged man placed his hands in front of him in a very standard butler's gesture, and smiled very happily when facing the camera.
You can vaguely tell from his eyebrows and eyes that the middle-aged man is the young Mr. Ji.
And that young couple was...
Looking at the man's well-defined features and the girl's beautiful and intelligent eyes, Ji Zhinan was lost in thought.
After searching for so long, this was the first time she had seen what her parents really looked like.
So that's what they're like.
Gu Yibei looked at the back of the photo: "There are words on the back."
Ji Zhinan immediately flipped the photo over. On the back were words written in pen. Just by looking at the neat handwriting, one could guess that the person who wrote these words must be as good as their writing.
Van Gogh once said something that sounds like poetry.
This is the first line of text.
Everyone has a fire burning inside, but passersby only see the smoke.
But there will always be someone, there will always be just one person who can see this fire, and then come over and stay with me.
I saw his fire in the crowd, and then I walked over quickly, afraid that if I was a little slower, he would be swallowed up by the dust of time.
I walked breathlessly, carrying with me my passion, my indifference, my rage, my gentleness, and my unconditional belief in love.
I stammered and asked him: What's your name?
It all started with your name; from then on, everything else came into being.
……………
Ji Zhinan took the contents of the safe back to Jiujin Platinum Palace and headed straight for the side fort.
Sitting by Grandpa Ji's bedside, looking at the emaciated old man, Ji Zhinan remained excessively silent.
She lowered her head, her long hair falling down and obscuring the light.
"Everyone has a fire in their heart, but passersby only see the smoke..."
After an unknown amount of time, Ji Zhinan suddenly blurted out this sentence.
She looked up at the old man's face and continued reciting the words on the back of the photo.
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