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A month later, on a crisp autumn evening, Lâm Thừa Dịch took Hạ Vy back to the very street where they first met in that fateful rain. "Why did you bring me here?" Hạ Vy asked in surprise, looking around the familiar street, now lavishly decorated with thousands of twinkling lights strung everywhere. "Because this is where our story began." Lâm Thừa Dịch took her hand and led her to the exact spot where he had pulled her out of the path of the car. It was now covered in countless white rose…-
5.5 K • Oneshot
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On a late afternoon at the end of June, the city was suddenly drenched in rain. Lâm Hạ Vy stood under the awning of an old bookstore, hugging a folder of documents to her chest. She had just come out of an interview. Her long hair was tangled by the wind, and her high heels were soaked through. Today had not gone well from the start. In the morning, the bus she usually took was nearly twenty minutes late. At noon, she got a message from her old company saying there was a problem with her handover…-
2.2 K • Oneshot
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On her first day at work, Hạ Vy discovered that Cố Thừa Phong was a man of extremely strict principles. Documents had to be filed in order. Meeting schedules had to be accurate to the minute. Emails had to be answered the same day. But what puzzled her most was that he always remembered the tiniest things about her. She liked her coffee with very little sugar. She didn't like the air conditioning too cold. She always arrived ten minutes early in the morning. Once, Hạ Vy asked…
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Hạ Vy happened to find an old box in Thừa Phong's office. Inside were very ordinary things. A train ticket. A scrap of paper. A hair clip. And an old photograph. The girl in the photo stopped Hạ Vy cold. It was her. Three years ago. Hạ Vy didn't remember anyone taking that picture. Thừa Phong appeared behind her. He wasn't angry. He only said: "So you finally know." Hạ Vy turned around. "You knew me before?" "Yes." "For how long?" "Three years." She couldn't say…
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Hạ Vy left the company. She moved on to her new job. Thừa Phong didn't come looking for her. He respected her decision. One month passed. Two months. Three months. Hạ Vy realized that what bothered her wasn't losing her old job. It was losing the person who had always been there in the smallest moments of her life. She began to miss the mornings with coffee. She missed the meetings that ran too long. She missed that familiar question: "Are you tired today?" One day, she went back to her…
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Their love didn't begin with anything grand. It began with simple breakfasts. Texts asking whether the other had gotten home yet. Evening walks together under the city lights. Hạ Vy gradually realized that Thừa Phong wasn't cold. He just didn't open up easily. And Thừa Phong understood that Hạ Vy didn't need someone to make decisions for her. She needed someone to stand beside her. When she succeeded, he smiled. When she was disappointed, he stayed. He didn't promise anything far…
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Many years later, Hạ Vy happened to go back to the old bookstore where they first met. The awning was still there. The street was the same. Only the two of them had changed. Thừa Phong stood beside her. He asked: "Do you remember that day?" "I do." "What did you say back then?" Hạ Vy thought about it. "I said that day had nothing good in it." He laughed. "You were wrong." "Why?" "Because that was the day I met you." Hạ Vy looked at him. Out on the street, the summer rain began to…
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This year's Golden Sound Awards had taken over an entire stretch of central Shanghai. In front of the Jinhuang Hotel, cars crawled in like a slow river of black metal. Every time a door opened, hundreds of flashes fired at once, so white that for an instant no one could see anyone's face. On the red carpet, the stars passed through that blaze of light at a carefully calculated pace: not so fast that they lost the good shots, not so slow that it looked deliberate. The name called out most that night was…-
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Li Mingcheng had died two years ago of a stroke, in his private office, at nine in the evening. For three years, Ruoyu had kept a relatively peaceful place for him in her memory: a dry, often disapproving father, but disapproving in the way of someone who wanted to protect her. The signature in the accident file pushed him out of that place. Why had he signed an agreement connected to his own daughter's accident? Why had he been the one to ask the police not to widen the investigation? How had he known…
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After that night on the outskirts, Su Man agreed to be a witness. Ruoyu didn't bring her into the open. A witness exposed too soon only lets the person behind it cut every lead within twenty-four hours, and this time Su Man wouldn't be able to run in time like before. Instead, Su Man disappeared again, this time under her lawyers' arrangements. And Ruoyu dropped some bait. She let a piece of news leak: Yucheng had obtained original evidence related to the case from three years ago. The leak didn't say…
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