Ji Feng strode swiftly out of the building, reached his car, and got in quickly. The executives behind him also scrambled out in a flurry, hastily boarding their own vehicles.
Ji Feng’s car sped off toward a certain destination, with the executives’ cars forming a long procession closely following behind.
The sight along the way was nothing short of spectacular—the long line of vehicles resembled a grand wedding procession of a wealthy family.
On the road, Ji Feng instructed Xue Rui to call the hotel front desk and find out exactly what was happening—whether anyone was injured.
In the end, Ji Feng couldn’t maintain his usual restraint and directly ordered Xue Rui, “Ask Xu Miyu how she is doing.”
Xue Rui obeyed, dialing the front desk repeatedly, but unfortunately, no one answered.
Xue Rui couldn’t help but look at Ji Feng anxiously.
Ji Feng’s face was not only expressionless but seemed to be losing its color as well.
“Keep trying!”
Xue Rui continued dialing.
Thankfully, someone finally answered the phone. Xue Rui quickly put it on speaker and asked the person on the other end what exactly was going on.
The call was answered by Lu Xiaoyan from the gossip squad. Surprisingly, she had quickly grasped the whole situation and promptly reported to Xue Rui, “Assistant Xue, here’s what happened: Today, a girl came to the hotel to catch her boyfriend cheating, only to find out that the other woman was actually their teacher. She couldn’t handle the shock and poured a bottle of strong alcohol over herself, intending to set herself on fire and then embrace her boyfriend in a joint suicide. Her boyfriend, terrified of dying, bolted, and she chased after him wildly with a lighter. That’s how they ended up in the lobby. Supervisor Xu, seeing the situation, immediately told us to call security. The girl then threatened that if security came or anyone brought a fire extinguisher, she would light herself on fire right away. Supervisor Xu, afraid she might actually hurt herself, rushed over to persuade the girl…”
When Lu Xiaoyan reached this point in her retelling, Xue Rui heard a sudden sound from the back seat. He looked up and saw the muscles in Ji Feng’s jaw tightening.
—It was because he had gritted his teeth upon hearing that Xu Miyu had rushed toward the girl.
Lu Xiaoyan’s account continued: “…After Mi Yu rushed over, she tried to persuade the girl, saying, ‘Women shouldn’t live for men; they should live for themselves. Compared to your precious self, what are men worth?’ Oh, by the way, Assistant Xue, should I be going into this much detail? I’m treating this like our usual gossip chats and forgot to ask if you even have time for the specifics.”
Xue Rui raised his eyebrows and glanced toward the back seat, silently mouthing the question to Ji Feng: Do we need this level of detail?
Ji Feng frowned and nodded.
It seemed that even through someone else’s retelling, he wanted to hear what had happened to Xu Miyu and what she had said.
Of course, this had absolutely nothing to do with liking her. Her qualifications, abilities, age, and family background were all far from his standards for a partner—she simply wasn’t suited for him.
But she was his employee, after all.
Xue Rui replied to Lu Xiaoyan on the phone, “I happen to have some free time right now. Let’s talk in more detail.”Lu Xiaoyan responded with an "Alright!" and continued her story: "Mi Yu was trying to persuade that girl to focus on herself, saying men aren't worth much in comparison. But the girl wouldn't listen. She cried, saying she and that boy had already slept... well, gone all the way; she'd given him everything, and now he didn't want her anymore. He'd taken advantage of her for nothing, and she didn't know how to go on living. After hearing this, Mi Yu actually yelled at her. Oh my god! It was the first time I'd ever seen Mi Yu yell at anyone."
Xue Rui noticed Ji Feng raising an eyebrow at this. Thinking about it, it made sense—none of them had ever seen Xu Miyu yell at anyone before.
"Mi Yu told the girl, 'So what? What era is this? It's just sex. Men and women are equal in this regard. You could be the one to dump him first—then it'd be you taking advantage of him for nothing.'"
When Lu Xiaoyan relayed this part, Xue Rui heard Ji Feng take a heavy, labored breath from the back seat. It sounded as if he'd been struck by a heavy blow—a breath filled with pain, suffocation, and anger.
Xue Rui glanced at Ji Feng—his expression was even darker and more terrifying than that breath, as if he were the one who'd been used and discarded, taken advantage of for nothing.
Xue Rui felt dazed for a moment, as if some realization was on the verge of breaking through, hovering between clarity and obscurity, just one step away from full understanding.
But Lu Xiaoyan's voice pulled him back from the brink of insight.
"After yelling at the girl, Mi Yu immediately gave her a kind of emotional spa—I have to say, our Mi Yu is really good at this! She told the girl, 'You have to believe in yourself. You're much stronger than you think. As long as you steel your resolve and stop thinking about that man, even if you've gone all the way with him, you'll realize that life without him isn't so bad. Loving yourself is more important than loving him.'"
Xue Rui wondered if he was imagining things, but he thought he heard Ji Feng grinding his teeth again. He felt that Xu Miyu's words were actually very well-put—high-quality emotional support—and he couldn't understand why Ji Feng was reacting so strongly against them.
But he felt like he was almost getting it...
Then Lu Xiaoyan's tone suddenly shifted, her retelling becoming tense: "Later, while the girl was distracted, Mi Yu lunged at her, knocked the lighter out of her hand, and tried to strip off the girl's alcohol-soaked jacket. The girl struggled with her and pushed Mi Yu to the ground. And then—unbelievable! This crazy girl pulled another lighter from her pants pocket and lit herself on fire! Flames instantly shot up her clothes! And then, even more unbelievably, Mi Yu lunged forward again without hesitation!"
Xue Rui gasped sharply.
He heard Ji Feng slam his fist against the car door.
"Oh, I left out a detail. When Mi Yu lunged forward that second time, she grabbed the fire extinguisher nearby and swiftly put out the flames on the girl."
"..."
Xue Rui let out a long sigh of relief: "Next time, don't leave out such important details! Remember to mention them first!"
He heard Ji Feng exhale heavily in the back seat and kick the seat in front of him as if releasing pent-up tension.
"Oh, right, sorry, Assistant Xue. After such a tense and dramatic event, I'm a bit disoriented," Lu Xiaoyan replied.Xue Rui thought for a moment and asked, "Then why was no one answering the phone at the front desk earlier?"
Lu Xiaoyan replied, "We were all dealing with that girl who tried to set herself on fire." After a pause, she added, "Assistant Xue, don't worry, Supervisor Xu Miyu has everything under control. Although it was quite chaotic earlier, the outcome was good—no one was hurt, and it was resolved without major incident. The girl, her boyfriend, and their teacher have all been taken away by the police for questioning. The fire department didn’t need to come, so we didn’t waste public resources. The media was also smoothly handled by Supervisor Xu with just a few words. Rest assured, with Supervisor Xu here, any difficult situation is fully under control!"
Xue Rui felt completely relieved. It seemed everything had been resolved perfectly.
He hung up the phone and turned to ask Ji Feng, "Boss, should we still head over to the Sway Hotel, or turn back to the group headquarters to continue the meeting?"
Ji Feng pondered briefly. "Aren’t they following us? Let’s just change the meeting location to Sway."
No matter what others said about the situation being fine, he wanted to see for himself—what was going on in that foolish woman’s head, the one who had recklessly thrown herself at someone trying to set themselves on fire.
And whether she had been injured.
This time, when Ji Feng entered the hotel lobby, the scene was unprecedentedly grand.
He strode ahead briskly, with Xue Rui beside him, followed by a large crowd of business elites in suits, ties, and black leather shoes.
When Ji Feng reached the center of the lobby, he abruptly stopped.
The group of business elites behind him hurriedly halted as well.
Ji Feng turned and spotted Xu Miyu.
She was at the front desk, bent over and handling some tasks. Aside from a stray lock of hair at her temple—a remnant of her earlier struggle with the girl who had tried to set herself on fire—she looked no different from usual.
She probably wasn’t injured.
He felt an inexplicable sense of relief. Turning back, he resumed walking.
The line of people behind him moved in unison.
Suddenly, a flicker of dissatisfaction rose in him. His arrival had caused such a commotion, and everyone was looking at him.
Except for her.
She acted as if she truly couldn’t see him passing by—how could she be so deliberately oblivious?
He was determined to shatter her feigned ignorance.
So he stopped again.
The people behind him scrambled to halt, but their momentum was too strong. They collided into each other like dominoes, bumping into the backs of those in front.
Ji Feng turned toward the front desk and called out loudly, "Xu Miyu, come here."
Xu Miyu sighed quietly at the front desk.
Even hiding like this hadn’t been enough to avoid him.
She composed herself, straightened up, stepped out from behind the front desk, and walked to the center of the lobby to stand before Ji Feng.
She could feel the business elites scrutinizing her.
"Bring tea to the large conference room on the second floor later," he said.
Then he turned and walked away without giving her a chance to argue that delivering tea to the conference room wasn’t part of her job responsibilities.
The crowd of elites followed Ji Feng, sweeping through the lobby in a rush.
Xu Miyu stood where she was and let out a deep sigh.
Ji Feng led his team of elites to the large conference room on the second floor.
He had Xue Rui set up the slideshow and instructed the marketing manager to continue presenting the unfinished PPT.
"Start from the beginning," Ji Feng said.
The marketing manager’s legs went weak. Was he really going to have to endure this torture all over again?
Trembling, he began his presentation from the start.He had just begun speaking when someone knocked on the door. Ji Feng immediately called out loudly, "Come in."
Xu Miyu entered carrying a teapot and tea set. She walked over to Ji Feng and poured tea for him.
The marketing manager paused briefly, but Ji Feng's chilly voice cut through the air: "Continue."
The marketing manager quickly resumed his presentation.
As Ji Feng listened to the marketing manager's performance report, he struggled to maintain focus.
Yet his gaze seemed to have a will of its own, stubbornly drifting toward Xu Miyu.
He watched her discreetly yet unblinkingly as she lifted the teapot to pour tea into his cup. Her movements were gentle and graceful, and the soft sound of the thin stream hitting the bottom of the cup suddenly grew loud enough to drown out all other noises in the meeting room. He noticed a stray lock of hair that had escaped from her bun, lightly brushing against her cheek, inexplicably lending her a fragile, vulnerable aura. It stirred something in him unexpectedly.
He watched as she finished pouring his tea and prepared to leave without even glancing up.
Without so much as a look in his direction.
Narrowing his eyes, he called out to her, "Xu Miyu."
The marketing manager at the front instinctively stopped speaking.
Everyone turned to look at Xu Miyu.
Clenching her teeth, Xu Miyu stepped back in front of Ji Feng and asked politely and appropriately, "President Ji, is there anything else you need?"
Ji Feng narrowed his eyes at her calm and detached demeanor. That was the attitude he should have—how had it ended up on her face?
He raised his hand and pointed toward the slideshow screen. "It's crooked. Go adjust the projector."
Xu Miyu turned to look at the screen. It did seem slightly off, though not significantly. Clearly, Ji Feng was being somewhat nitpicky. Clearly, he seemed displeased with something about her and was deliberately making things difficult.
Xu Miyu had no intention of resisting. To resist would be to fall into his trap. It seemed as though he was waiting for her to show emotion, so he could seize upon her reaction and use it against her.
She accepted the somewhat unreasonable request without protest. Then, apologizing, she stepped onto a chair, then onto the meeting table, and stretched her arms upward on tiptoe to adjust the lens of the projector mounted mid-air.
As she stretched, a sliver of her slender waist became faintly visible between her blouse and skirt.
Ji Feng’s eyes narrowed sharply at the glimpse of subtle allure beneath that narrow gap. Memories and images from that night suddenly flooded his mind like a tidal wave.
He was angered to realize that, once again, he was responding to her silhouette and that hint of elusive charm.
After the New Year, when he took Xue Rui on a business trip, he had tried to prove something to himself by visiting a high-end club known for its stunning women—something he had never done before. Yet, he felt nothing toward the top-tier beauties who looked like models. At the time, he had reassured himself that his prized self-control had been restored. But now, watching this thirty-one-year-old divorced woman stretching on her toes to adjust the projector, he felt that same sensation of losing control, that same impulse overriding his rationality.
He suddenly realized that, apart from her, no other younger women seemed to attract him. They lacked the unique quality she possessed—a blend of innocence and allure, a delicate yet resilient strength, and a determination to live more earnestly and diligently than others, knowing she had started late.The voice of Xu Miyu sounded in his ear as she stood on tiptoe asking, "Is this okay? Is it still crooked?"
His mind was filled with suspicion—would that soft yet resilient slender waist, faintly visible through the gap of her clothes, also be admired by others?
The thought inexplicably ignited his anger. He suddenly raised his voice and said to her, "Stop adjusting it, come down!"
Xu Miyu trembled and turned to look at Ji Feng, startled by the cold fury in his tone.
She sensed the elite team he had brought for the meeting turning their gazes toward her. Under their scrutinizing and inquisitive stares, amid Ji Feng's unpredictable moods, her heart inexplicably fluttered with panic.
She restrained her panic, refusing to let it show.
She quickly moved to the edge of the conference table, intending to step back onto the chair and climb down.
But in her flustered haste, a sharp pain shot through her ankle, causing her to lose balance—she missed the chair and fell directly from the conference table to the floor.
Gasps of surprise echoed through the meeting room.
In the next instant, Ji Feng sprang up from his chair and strode over to Xu Miyu's side.
He crouched down to look at her, his eyes crowded with unconcealed regret and tension, and urgently asked, "Are you okay?"
Xu Miyu shook her head to indicate she was fine. She tried to stand up on her own, but her ankle throbbed unbearably, and her waist and elbow, having just hit the floor, ached terribly. She attempted to rise but immediately winced in pain and sank back to the ground.
She apologized, "I'm sorry for interrupting your meeting..."
But before her words fully faded, the world spun around her, and she felt herself lifted effortlessly.
When the spinning world settled, she found herself cradled horizontally in Ji Feng's arms, in what was referred to in TV dramas as a "princess carry."
Held by him, she stared at him in a daze.
Without a word, he carried her, weaving through the gazes filling the meeting room, and walked out.
**
By the time Ji Feng carried Xu Miyu outside the meeting room, she had finally snapped out of her stupor.
She whispered urgently to Ji Feng, "Put me down, quickly!"
Ji Feng glanced at her but ignored her, instead scanning their surroundings while still holding her.
"I can walk on my own!" Xu Miyu insisted.
Ji Feng spotted a lounge next to the meeting room. He carried her toward it.
"Please put me down, it won't look good if someone sees us..." Xu Miyu pleaded anxiously.
Ji Feng continued to disregard her protests. He approached the lounge door and said, "Open it."
Xu Miyu paused for a moment, glanced back at the door, then reached out, twisted the handle, and pushed it open.
Ji Feng carried her inside.
Fortunately, the lounge was empty. Xu Miyu had no idea what kind of gossip would spread if other staff members saw her and Ji Feng in such a state.
The room contained a few chairs and a table. Ji Feng bypassed the chairs and went straight to the table.
He gently set Xu Miyu down on the edge of the table, ensuring she was steady.
Finally separated from Ji Feng, Xu Miyu's heartbeat raced even faster than before, and her cheeks burned hotter.
She hardly knew how to face Ji Feng now or what to say to him. She didn't dare to ponder what his earlier actions had meant.
After settling her on the table, Ji Feng bent down, reached out, and grasped one of her ankles hanging off the edge.
Xu Miyu jolted in surprise.She quickly tensed her ankle to pull away from him, but he only tightened his grip.
In that brief struggle, he accidentally pressed against her injured spot, making her hiss sharply in pain.
He immediately loosened his hold, though his restraining posture remained unchanged.
Gently turning her ankle, he saw a large, raw abrasion on the inner side—already somewhat bloody and mangled—clearly not a fresh injury from the meeting room.
"How did this happen?" Ji Feng asked Xu Miyu, his voice low and serious.
Xu Miyu answered truthfully, "Before you arrived, a female guest was threatening to set herself on fire in the lobby. When I tried to stop her, she pushed me down. I must have scraped it then."
As she spoke, a stray lock of hair at her temple brushed faintly against her cheek, lending her a disheveled, fragile kind of allure.
Ji Feng stared at her for a long moment. At first, something seemed to surge and simmer beneath his gaze, then it gradually coalesced into unmistakable anger.
He released her ankle and asked coldly, "Why weren’t you more careful? If you were hurt, why didn’t you say something? When I told you to go adjust the projector, you just went—haven’t you learned to say no by now?"
Xu Miyu pressed her lips together, suppressing a smile. He didn’t like seeing her smile.
She smoothed her expression and replied cautiously, "I was afraid if I didn’t go, you’d think I was deliberately defying you to get your attention."
Ji Feng’s brow furrowed so deeply it looked as though he were trying to crush something between his eyebrows.
Suddenly, he reached out, unclipped the walkie-talkie earpiece from her collar, and gently pulled the earbud from her ear, placing it into his own. Adjusting the frequency, he spoke into the microphone: "This is Ji Feng. Contact the logistics manager immediately and have the on-site doctor come to the lounge next to the large conference room on the second floor. Bring a medical kit. Now."
After issuing the order, he reattached the earpiece to her collar and carefully placed the earbud back into her ear. His hand lingered near her ear for a moment, then he gently tucked the stray lock of hair behind it.
His fingertips brushed lightly against her cheek and grazed the soft curve of her ear.
Their eyes met, and both froze for an instant.
Ji Feng withdrew his hand, appearing perfectly composed, as if nothing unusual had just happened. But his Adam’s apple bobbed rapidly, hidden from view.
Xu Miyu watched him, recalling how he’d just called for the doctor over the walkie-talkie and replayed the moment he’d tucked her hair back. Her heart pounded like a secret drum, beating wildly just for her to hear.
Soon, the on-site doctor arrived with the medical kit. After treating her wound, he advised, "It’s nothing serious, but try to keep this foot dry for the next few days to avoid scarring."
Once the doctor had left with his kit, the room held only Xu Miyu and Ji Feng again. With one less person, the awkwardness in the air seemed to multiply.
She shifted, intending to slide off the table and hurry back to the lobby—away from this man who made her dizzy and disoriented.
But as soon as she moved, two arms suddenly reached out, caging her against the table on either side.
Xu Miyu looked up, stunned.
Ji Feng had leaned in, bending close, his arms effectively trapping her against the desk.If she twisted forward just a little more, she would have crashed directly into his arms before even landing on the ground.
Xu Miyu took a deep breath and quickly leaned backward. The movement was too abrupt, causing her to lose balance slightly. She hurriedly placed both hands behind her, bracing them against the desktop.
Finally, she managed to create some distance from Ji Feng's face—though not by much. She didn't dare to breathe heavily, restraining herself to small, shallow breaths, afraid that even the slightest exhalation might brush against his face.
Ji Feng stared at Xu Miyu without speaking, his eyes gathering an inexplicable anger.
Xu Miyu grew increasingly flustered under his gaze and tentatively called out, "J-Ji Feng? Why... why are you staring at me like that?"
Ji Feng let out a cold laugh, a sound filled with both mockery and anger. "With such boldness, are you actually afraid of being stared at?"
But after saying this, he withdrew his sarcastic smile and looked at Xu Miyu with a stern expression, his voice cold. "Xu Miyu, I hope you remember what you said not long ago to that woman who wanted to **—people should love themselves."
Xu Miyu was taken aback once again.
Ji Feng actually knew what had happened earlier in the hotel lobby, even down to the details of what she had said.
"If you encounter someone attempting suicide again, I hope you’ll use your brain and think about the words you said. Don’t foolishly rush forward like you did today." At this point, Ji Feng’s tone suddenly shifted, almost as if he were gritting his teeth. "Your life might not be so worthless—don’t so recklessly throw yourself at someone who wants to die!"
After saying this, he abruptly released her, turned, and walked away.
His strides were so large they seemed to generate wind, each step more furious than the last.
After he left, Xu Miyu immediately heard the door of the adjacent meeting room being pushed open and then slammed shut with a bang.
She smiled silently.
Such a bad temper. When he’s in a bad mood, he takes it out on innocent doors.
But soon, her smile faded.
Belatedly, she realized that Ji Feng’s anger seemed to stem from her disregard for her own safety.
Suddenly, she felt sad.
Deeply, deeply sad. Sad that he cared about her a little too much, was a little too good to her.
She couldn’t let these emotions run wild any longer. Xu Miyu sniffled and pulled herself together.
She slowly slid off the desk and landed on the floor.
A sharp pain shot up from her feet, and she silently grimaced.
Just as she was about to limp out of the room, someone pushed the door open.
Xu Miyu looked up and saw that it was Xue Rui who had entered.
She smiled and asked, "What brings you here? Shouldn’t you be in the meeting with Ji Feng next door?"
Xue Rui scratched his head and smiled, looking somewhat awkward.
"Mi Yu, I just felt... there are some things I need to say to you. Otherwise, well... it’s a bit unbearable to keep them to myself."
Thinking he was troubled by his relationship with Li Qiaoqi, Xu Miyu smiled and reassured him, "Don’t worry, I’ll do my best to talk some sense into Qiaoqi for you."
But Xue Rui waved his hand. "No, no, that’s not what I wanted to talk about today. It’s... about you and Ji Feng."
The smile on Xu Miyu’s face stiffened, like a dried-up face mask.
"Me and Ji Feng?" she asked, seeming both to understand and yet not fully grasping his meaning.
Xue Rui gathered his thoughts and said to her, "Forget it, I’ll just say it straight. I just feel that, all these years, our boss has treated you differently from everyone else. But if I don’t tell you, you might never know about these differences. And I hope you do."
Xue Rui continued, "Ji Feng never allows anyone to step into his personal space, but he lets you enter freely. He’s never given anyone else a VIP access card to his suite, not even when Miss Jiang asked for it multiple times. But he was willing to give it to you.""Previously when Miss Jiang sprained her ankle, President Ji would rather have her use crutches than carry her upstairs. You don't know this, but Miss Jiang was quite upset and asked President Ji in the elevator why he didn't carry her up. His response was that it wasn't appropriate in public. But when he saw you fall just now, he rushed over without hesitation to pick you up, not caring whether it was public or not.
"Also, this afternoon we were originally having the monthly reporting meeting at the group headquarters. This is the most important meeting every month where all managers must attend and give their reports. It has never been interrupted for any reason. Today while we were in the meeting, when President Ji heard that the Swey Hotel lobby was on fire, he immediately stood up and rushed out of the conference room. He has never left this monthly reporting meeting halfway through before - no one and nothing has ever been able to pull him away from this meeting. But today he suddenly left. After he left, the confused executives didn't dare to neglect the meeting since it's so important - no matter where they went, they had to finish it. So they all gathered their laptops and documents and followed behind President Ji. That's why you later saw that spectacular scene of so many executives and elites following President Ji into Swey - they came to accompany him in finishing the meeting.
"And on the way here, President Ji made sure to ask me to find out exactly what happened at Swey and whether anyone was injured. Especially you - how were you, were you hurt?"
Xu Miyu listened in a daze, feeling as if hot magma was churning and boiling in her heart.
So that's how he knew so many details, down to the words she had spoken.
"Mi Yu, don't think that just because President Ji is wealthy, he received much warmth from his family. Actually, he's similar to you in that regard. To be honest, my thoughts are quite messy right now. On one hand, I feel you could give him warmth, but on the other hand, I understand that there's indeed a big gap between you, and the possibility of any future outcome is very small. So I don't know why I want to tell you these things. Maybe I feel it would be a pity for both of you if you didn't know how differently he treats you."
Xu Miyu remained silent for a long while, struggling to control her emotions.
Her nose kept tingling with unshed tears.
Hot waves surged repeatedly behind her eyes. She forced them back, but they quietly welled up again.
Finally managing to completely suppress them with great effort, she sniffled and laughed.
"The way he treated me today must be because he's afraid I'd become disabled from a work injury and burden the hotel."
She made a completely unfunny joke but laughed anyway.
Then as she laughed, her laughter gradually faded.
With slightly reddened eyes, she said to Xue Rui: "I'd actually rather you feel sorry for us than spell these things out to me. I know what my circumstances are - my background and capabilities - so I've never dared to think too much." She forced another laugh, her smile trembling slightly. "What kind of precious status does your President Ji have? And I'm just a divorced woman who's no longer young. Like you said, it's almost impossible for us to have any outcome. So compared to feeling sorry, I'd rather know nothing. Knowing would just make me fantasize, but knowing the future is impossible yet still fantasizing - that would be even more despairing and sad, wouldn't it?"Hearing you tell me these things brings me a fleeting moment of joy. But then, it will be followed by prolonged sorrow.
So next time, please don’t tell me anymore. I don’t want to know how special I am to him. I’m afraid I won’t be able to resist tearing away the veil of shame covering my heart.
Beneath that veil lie my unspeakable feelings.
“I’ll forget everything you’ve told me. Wishful thinking doesn’t suit me. I’ll find someone who matches me and live an ordinary life with him.”
Xu Miyu was speaking to Xue Rui, but also to herself.
After saying this, she smiled—a determined, ceremonial smile, as if sealing a promise. Then, limping slightly, she brushed past Xue Rui’s shoulder and returned to the lobby to continue her work.
Xue Rui watched her retreating figure, feeling both pity and admiration.
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