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Shu Ran had a nightmare. In her dream, she stood in a room surrounded by darkness, with no doors and no windows.
Only silence accompanied her. She helplessly hugged her knees in the corner, repeatedly counting in her mind, one, two, three...
It was an obsession.
As if counting to ten would bring someone to rescue her.
But this time, she waited and waited, counting over and over again, yet she could not find that pair of hands that could seek her out in the darkness, nor the hands that could lead her out of it.
She counted again and again, until tears silently rolled down one by one.
She felt abandoned, left alone in this darkness.
For the first time, yet like countless times before.
She wandered, unable to distinguish between them.
Suddenly, a loud alarm clock rang out, jolting Shu Ran awake. She sat up straight.
She pushed aside her messy hair and gasped for breath.
The emotions from the dream had not yet faded. She closed her eyes, emptying her thoughts, trying not to recall anything from the dream.
Feeling exhausted, she lay back down on her side, staring blankly at the wall.
Such dreams had appeared countless times during her sleep. At first, she struggled; she tossed and turned, saw a psychologist, took medication.
It wasn't without effect; it just had a weak impact. Once she stopped taking the medication, the dreams returned repeatedly.
Shu Yi worried that if this continued indefinitely, she would become reliant on medication and her body would not be able to withstand it.
She started joining tour groups with her, exploring various places. After a whole day of running around, Shu Ran was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep. This method indeed reduced the number of nightmares she experienced.
But life had to go on; what could she do?
He could only fight fire with fire, giving Shu Ran a thought, a pivot that could support her to live well and strive hard.
Although this pivot might lead her deeper into trouble, at least it was a change for now.
Shu Yi was undoubtedly the person who understood Shu Ran the most. She indeed transformed from her previous negative and pessimistic demeanor, slowly improving and becoming willing to socialize, bringing her life back on track.
She hardly had nightmares anymore; only when she felt stressed or experienced extreme joy or sadness would those nightmares come flooding back.
However, recently, the frequency of her nightmares began to rise again.
Blind dates, kindergarten, and Qin Xian.
Memories of his gaze from last night flashed in her mind, sending chills down her spine.
He was like a messenger from hell, cold and unparalleled, dragging her down step by step.
Marriage...
This word suddenly appeared in her mind.
You just need to know that I need a Mrs. Qin.
And you are that Mrs. Qin.
Shu Ran thought he must be crazy.
How could someone make such a declaration about someone they had only met a few times?
Is it love?
It's impossible; they've only met a few times.
And each time ended on a sour note.
So what is it, really?
This answer is likely known only to the parties involved.
Thinking back to last night, after he left, she half-squatted on the ground, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably.
"Ding..." The sound of a WeChat message came in, but it was drowned out by her cries.
After ten minutes, she stopped crying, wiped her tears dry, and waited for her emotions to settle and the redness in her eyes to fade before she could go home.
The WeChat notification sounded again, and she took out her phone.
Dozens of unread messages.
Unlocking the screen, she opened WeChat.
Xu Yan Ying had sent six messages half an hour ago.
I'm sorry; I was too abrupt.
I didn't consider your feelings and scared you.
Are you okay?
Have you made it home?
Can we still be friends in the future?
Not loving someone means not giving them hope. This thought urged her to cut ties quickly, just like she had done with those suitors before.
But his cautious tone made Shu Ran feel a sense of guilt.
She softened for a moment and replied:
Sure, I'm fine. Let's still be friends.
She closed the chat interface with Xu Yan Ying.
Looking at the WeChat message from that domineering and unreasonable person sent just a few minutes ago, she felt exhausted and didn't want to face it.
After hesitating for a few minutes, she finally clicked in.
Glancing at the messages in the chat box, she didn't know how to react.
This is...
Qin Xian:
I mentioned marriage, but you decide the date.
Don't make me wait too long; at least fulfill this in this lifetime.
And also, stop crying.
This is...
Shu Ran stood there in shock, unable to say a word.
Shu Ran really couldn't understand the meaning behind his words.
Did she decide on a date?
To fulfill this in this lifetime?
What does this mean?
Does it not matter if she says ten years later or twenty years later?
As long as it's in this lifetime, it's fine?
Is he crazy? Why is that?
Is it a sudden awakening of conscience?
Shu Ran felt for the first time that after living for 25 years, her intelligence, which had been praised since childhood, was not enough in front of Qin Xian.
……
A black Mercedes stopped in the night, merging with the darkness.
The person inside the car looked at the frail figure in the corner through the rearview mirror and ultimately softened his heart.
A wave of immense regret washed over him.
How could he impose his darkness, cruelty, and rage onto her, making her bear his immense pain for no reason?
Watching her sob uncontrollably, he irritably kicked the car door and cursed under his breath, "Damn it."
The phone rang obnoxiously, and he impatiently answered, "Speak."
“Qin Shao, just to confirm, is it the Childhood Innocence Kindergarten in the southern new district?”
He almost forgot about this matter. “You don’t need to handle this anymore.” He glanced back, his gaze unclear, and after a moment turned back to the phone, quietly giving a few instructions.
After hanging up, he opened WeChat.
In the pinned chat.
His long fingers typed on the screen, forming Chinese characters from the letters.
Then, he turned off the screen.
He didn’t dare to look back.
He drove away in his black Mercedes.
……
Shu Ran put aside all her thoughts and refrained from guessing Qin Xian's unpredictable feelings. All the knowledge she had learned and experiences she had gone through were of no use in front of this person.
She didn’t know how to respond or how to argue back.
She was too tired; it was fine as it was.
Heaven has its best arrangements.
The urgent matter at hand was to raise three million; there wasn’t much time left in a week.
Yesterday, she had planned to go out with Xu Yan Ying and borrow some money from him. But unexpectedly, something happened halfway through, and now she couldn’t bring herself to ask.
Now only Zhou Jiajia was left, but she knew that with Zhou Jiajia's personality, as soon as she mentioned it, Zhou Jiajia would definitely be supportive.
She must be bearing her difficulties alone, but she is just a Radio Host, still in her youth, a time for indulgence; how could she have any savings to pay off her debts?
So she must be reaching out to her family for help, or perhaps asking her boyfriend, Zheng Tong, for money.
However, Shu Ran does not want to put her in such a situation because of herself.
Thus, she has been hesitating, wavering on whether to tell her or not.
She let out a deep sigh and got up to walk into the bathroom.
Turning on the faucet, water flowed down noisily as she cupped her hands to catch the clear water and splashed it all over her face with a "smack."
It didn't seem enough, so she buried her head in the sink.
Ten seconds later, she lifted her head, droplets of water falling from her clear face.
She smiled slightly at the mirror.
Good morning, Shu Ran.
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