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Tong Le suddenly felt as if she had fallen into hell.
Back then, during the library fire, she had thought that it was Ke Wenjie who rescued her from the flames. She never imagined that Ke Wenjie had only carried her partway; the real hero was Zong Zeyu, the one who had pulled her from the inferno.
"Are you sure it was Zong Zeyu?" Tong Le asked anxiously. "The man you just saw?"
Tian Ling replied, "I've said it eight times already! It's definitely him. I can't be mistaken; such a recognizable face, how could I forget? But you—he's your savior! You wouldn't forget someone so handsome, would you?"
The truth was, Tong Le did not remember. She had been trapped in the fire, and after losing consciousness, she had no idea what happened. As for whether she had seen Zong Zeyu on campus during her university years, she had no recollection. For four years, her thoughts and gaze were solely on Ke Wenjie. She couldn't understand why she had been so infatuated with that scoundrel.
Tian Ling reminisced, "At that time, when Ke Wenjie and I ran up to the fourth floor, I saw that boy kneeling on the ground, his head lowered and unconscious, holding you tightly in his arms. He held you close to his chest as if he were afraid you'd inhale the smoke. Behind you two was a raging fire; it was incredibly dangerous."
Tong Le let out a cold laugh. "So after the fire broke out, only you and Ke Wenjie rushed into the library to find me? Lan Qingqing didn't."
Tian Ling nodded. "Right, she didn't. She waited outside. But Ke Wenjie and I didn't have to exert much effort since that boy had already saved you."
"But Lan Qingqing told me she came in to look for me," Tong Le insisted.
Tian Ling shook her head vigorously. "Impossible! Everyone who rushed into the library ended up in the hospital for treatment. Ke Wenjie was smart; he brought protective gear. I didn't think much of it and inhaled a lot of smoke, but Lan Qingqing was fine."
At that moment, the designated driver got into the car.
Tong Le sat in the passenger seat as the car started up while Tian Ling continued to doze off in the backseat.
Tong Le rolled down the window, her memories drifting back to her university days many years ago—fleeting moments that passed in an instant.
She couldn't recall Zong Zeyu ever being part of her life. Many of her past memories seemed altered; the savior she thought she knew, the deep love she believed she felt, and the sisterly bond she assumed existed—all were shrouded in a thick mist of uncertainty, unclear and indistinguishable.
What was real and what was false became difficult to discern.
She couldn't figure out whether Zong Zeyu still remembered her—whether his act of saving her had been an instinctive display of bravery or simply a selfless act for her sake as he rushed into the flames.
Her heart raced as the night wind blew fiercely.
She glanced at the rearview mirror outside the car window and saw a black sedan closely following them.
She recognized it; it was Zong Zeyu's car—he was still there.
When they arrived at Tian Ling's apartment building, half of Tian Ling's drunkenness had faded away.
Tong Le watched as Tian Ling entered through the community gate before settling up with the designated driver.
The driver asked, "Aren't you going to have me take you back?"
Tong Le glanced back at the car, where Zong Zeyu's vehicle was parked.
"No need, thank you," she said as the chauffeur left. After locking the car, she walked toward Zong Zeyu's vehicle. She circled around to the passenger side, opened the door, and settled into the back seat.
Zong Zeyu was a bit surprised and turned to ask, "Why did you park here?"
Tong Le silently observed the side of Zong Zeyu's face. It was a pity that she only got to see her savior's face clearly after seven years.
Not saying a word, she noticed Zong Zeyu's expression shift with concern. "Are you feeling unwell?" he asked.
Leaning back against the seat with her eyes closed, she replied, "Can I ride in your car?"
Zong Zeyu lowered his gaze, pondering for a moment before turning back to start the engine and drive slowly. He turned on the car's music, which played a soothing melody.
With her eyes still shut, Tong Le murmured, "You asked me if I was happy. I'm not happy; I'm in pain. From the first year of marriage, my father fell ill with a strange disease and became bedridden. Ke Wenjie took advantage of my father's sickness to seize control of the family business, transfer assets, and even had an affair with my closest friend. My mother-in-law tried to drive me out of the house by forcing me to drink a concoction that would slowly poison me. The family I thought I had spent three years constantly suppressing me, brainwashing me, intending to trap me at home so that I would lose all connection to society and become a useless person."
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she kept her eyes closed. "After my parents passed away, I knelt before their gravestones every day, unable to rise until my knees were raw and the flowers at their graves wilted. I wished so much to leave this world with them, but every time I faced death, I lacked the courage to go on. I am a defeated person; I am weak. For three years, I've constantly thought about how to take revenge and reclaim what was rightfully mine, but I don't have that kind of power. I'm stuck in this quagmire; even thinking about escaping it has become incredibly difficult."
"I’m not happy," Tong Le said finally. "But this is what I've brought upon myself; I deserve it."
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