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Xu Ruyi showed no reaction.

"I'm going back to my room," Hesta said softly.

Listening to Hesta's footsteps gradually fade away, Xu Ruyi finally let out the breath she had been holding. She stopped all her work and stood before the sink, bracing both hands against its stainless-steel rim as she silently stared at herself in the mirror.

Silei was like a bird she could not drive away, forever circling in her mind.

"It was cold that day. The wind at the docks was fierce. I thought everything was about to end—"

Xu Ruyi, too, remembered that frigid early summer.

"Ruyi! Xu Ruyi! It was practically a prophecy!"

Xu Ruyi.

Xu Ruyi.

A few days later, everyone finally understood why Shi Pingchuan had behaved so strangely last Saturday.

At first, an anonymous anecdote spread like wildfire: apparently, a man on a business trip had been chatting with his subordinates in the Songxueyuan airport waiting area about his own business trips from several weeks earlier, and the explicitness of what he said was shocking.

Who could have guessed that one of his soon-to-be business partners happened to be sitting in the same waiting area? That woman had gone to Songxueyuan early on personal business and happened to be on the same flight as him—without saying a word, she recorded a video and sent it to the work group, tagging the man's superior: Is this an employee of your company? Let's put our cooperation on hold. Your company's potential PR risks seem rather high.

The man was suspended that very day.

Ding Yuqing was the first to sense that something was off. She then traced the news back to its source and checked the company information, and her vision immediately went black.

Shi Pingchuan had not returned to Orange Town these