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He raised his hand and knocked over the simple clothes rack at the entrance, his anger boiling over. "If you have the guts, don’t come back!"
Ke Wenjie turned and stormed into his bedroom, slamming the door behind him with a loud bang.
Zhang Huizhi sat on the sofa, watching the drama unfold with a smug smile. She loved seeing Ke Wenjie and Tong Le argue; it would be best if they had a huge fight and ended up getting a divorce!
She got up and walked cautiously to Ke Wenjie’s bedroom door. "Son, don’t be angry. How about I make you some late-night snacks?"
Ke Wenjie’s cold voice came from behind the door. "I’m resting! If she comes back, let her sleep in the living room! She’s not allowed in the guest room either!"
Zhang Huizhi stifled a laugh, responding cheerfully, "Alright, son. Just get some rest; it’s not worth it to argue with that crazy woman!"
With a smile on her face, she hummed a little tune as she walked to the guest room, locking the door behind her. She had long forgotten when it started, but Tong Le had been sleeping in her son’s bed for quite some time now. Zhang Huizhi always thought Tong Le was being dramatic, claiming that sharing a bed affected her sleep. In reality, she was more concerned about Tong Le disturbing her son’s sleep!
After locking the guest room door with a key, Zhang Huizhi began to plot mischievously. She walked to the front door and locked it from the inside as well. She thought to herself that she would keep Tong Le locked out all night to teach her a lesson about her bad temper!
Meanwhile, Tong Le was searching for the accident scene.
The wrecked car had been towed away, and sanitation workers were cleaning up the area. Tong Le searched for her Red Woven Bracelet but found it difficult to spot amidst the chaos; it was too inconspicuous to be seen in such a mess.
After searching for a long time without success, she asked one of the sanitation workers about it. The worker simply replied that with such a big fire earlier, it was likely burned to ashes.
Tong Le pondered that it must have been accidentally torn off while trying to save someone, falling into the raging flames and turning to dust long ago.
Giving up on her search, she sat down on the roadside, lost in thought. The pedestrians across the street came and went; despite it being night, the area remained lively as if nothing had happened just moments before. The scene was quickly cleaned up because traffic congestion couldn’t be allowed.
She looked down at her injured arm wrapped in bandages and then touched her empty wrist. Just like so many people and things around her, they vanished without a trace; one moment they were there, and then they were gone.
She felt that heaven was truly cruel. She had done something good but ended up losing the bracelet her mother left her—her last connection to her mother was taken away as well.
Tong Le let out a bitter smile and returned home dejectedly. However, when she took out her keys to open the door, she found she couldn’t turn them no matter how hard she tried.
She prepared to knock but realized at that moment that the door had been locked from inside on purpose by someone in the house.
Standing outside her home, the motion-sensor lights in the hallway turned off one by one until everything was pitch black—just like her life at that moment.
Reaching such depths of despair felt like an alternative kind of miracle.
With no thoughts left in her mind, she turned around and went downstairs. Fortunately, she had her phone with her and called for a taxi to go to the apartment that Zong Zeyu had lent her.
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