There was a faint blue halo around the edge of the crystal chandelier on the ceiling. The panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the flickering neon lights outside. On the black leather sofa in the center of the living room, a sleeping man frowned and cold sweat dripped from his forehead. He slept very restlessly, as if he was being tormented by a nightmare.
There was a flash of lightning, intense pain, and the document that slipped through his fingers was stained red with blood. He was tightly surrounded by boundless pain, his soul seemed to be burned by hot flames, and he fell into darkness in despair.
The nightmare was haunting him like a shadow and he couldn't get rid of it no matter what. Suddenly, a pair of clear and bright eyes appeared in the dream. His heart instantly jumped for joy. He wanted to rush over and hug that elegant and graceful figure, but he found that he had no feeling in his legs and no strength in his body.
He heard himself say, "Ms. Du, I admire your work very much. It is full of infinite vitality and fills me with hope."
The woman's voice was as cold as ever.
"Thank you, Mr. Yuan."
A pair of slender white hands took a trophy from his hands, turned around and left gracefully without even looking at him again.
His heart suddenly ached violently. He wanted to shout loudly, wanted to grab her skirt in his hands, and wanted to hold her in his arms, just like every day and night.
But no matter how he struggled, the figure continued to recede. He still had no strength left, feeling so powerless that it made him despair...
Suddenly the door was opened, warm light poured into the room, and a woman's voice was heard from inside.
"Tingchuan? You're back? When did you come back?"
Yuan Tingchuan struggled to wake up from his dream, shielding the glaring light with his arms. The tears in the corners of his eyes were wiped away by the sleeves of his shirt, leaving no trace. He put down his arms, his voice still hoarse.
"It's just afternoon. Where have you been?"
He looked greedily at the figure that was gradually approaching, without blinking, for fear that the person would disappear in the blink of an eye.
"A day in the studio."
Du Ruo placed a brocade box on the coffee table and turned to wash up.
When I came back, I saw Yuan Tingchuan was in a daze, which was unusual for him, with a rare confusion in his eyes.
Du Ruo sat on the sofa in front of Yuan Tingchuan and reached out to touch his forehead.
"What's wrong? Do you have a headache? I told you not to sit there and watch the stock market all the time. It hurts your eyes and your brain too, but you just don't listen."
The recent financial crisis has caused panic in the market, and Yuan Tingchuan hasn't had a good rest for several days. Of course, the results have also made him very satisfied.
Du Ruo stretched out her fingers and gently rubbed his temple. Yuan Tingchuan's gaze stayed on her face. He reached out and grabbed her wrist, closed his palm, and held the slender hand in his palm. He instantly calmed down and felt extremely at ease.
"What have you been busy with recently? Why have you stayed in the studio for so long?" Yuan Tingchuan's voice was steady with a hint of tenderness.
Du Ruo smiled and handed him the brocade box on the sofa, saying angrily, "Mr. Yuan, you are so forgetful. Today is your birthday. We agreed to celebrate it together, but in the end, I can't find you."
Last month, on her birthday, Yuan Tingchuan gave her an emerald diamond crown. It has a wreath shape and a hollow design, and is inlaid with emeralds, fine jadeite and diamonds.
At that time, the stars in the man's eyes were brighter than diamonds. His thin fingers holding the crown had distinct joints, and there was a smile on his lips, making him handsome and charming.
He whispered a hint, "It's my birthday next month."
Du Ruo smiled without saying anything, and a hint of disappointment flashed in the man's eyes.
After thinking for a long time, Du Ruo decided to carve a brooch by hand as a birthday gift. He rushed to send it for processing and inlaying, and only got it back today.
Yuan Tingchuan reached out to open the brocade box, his pupils shrinking involuntarily. Inside was a gold-inlaid jade brooch, a design he had just seen in his dream...
His heart began to beat violently. He looked at the person in front of him and asked in a hoarse voice: "Does it have a name?"
Du Ruo smiled: "Hope."
Yuan Tingchuan gently stroked the brooch on his fingertips, looking at the graceful woman with flowing hair draping over her shoulders. His eyes gradually filled with stars. Thinking of the deep regret in his dream, he moved the brooch to his lips and kissed it gently, his voice filled with extreme tenderness: "Thank you, Ruoruo, I like it very much."
Thank you for appearing in my life and making the rest of my life without regrets.
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When the moon was at its zenith, the phone in the bedroom rang. Du Ruo frowned irritably. A bony hand patted her shoulder soothingly and reached out to answer the phone.
A man's voice came from the phone: "Mr. Yuan, what you asked for has been done. The whole family has had their legs broken and has been sent to the mine. Our people are watching them."
Yuan Tingchuan's voice rang out slowly: "Watch carefully, let them live well."
After hanging up the phone, Yuan Tingchuan gently stroked the hair of the woman in his arms and kissed her forehead. In his palm was a jade pendant. He remembered that he had clearly gotten into the car that day. Touching his empty chest, he felt a strange throbbing in his heart. In the end, he could not hold back and went back.
Unexpectedly...
A sigh came from the night: "Ruoruo..."
Meeting you is the greatest blessing in my life.
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