After being plotted against by my best friend, I got into trouble with the domineering president

The silence in the yard was completely broken by the appearance of a familiar figure, and Lu Qian's thoughts were forcibly interrupted.

He raised his head in confusion, his eyes flashing as if he was half asleep.

Then, he seemed to catch some faint sound. His keen eyes swept across the courtyard and stopped in a corner outside the courtyard for a moment. In that corner, there was a figure that was vague but familiar to him. However, how could this be possible?

However, when Anya was about to walk towards the figure that made her miss her day and night, an unspeakable fear suddenly surged in her heart.

She was very afraid that Lucian would discover her existence, even though she had been looking forward to it. She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her flesh.

Anya hid in a corner outside the Lu family's mansion, not daring to make any sound. Her mood at this moment was like that of a long-lost rainstorm season, when she suddenly fell into deep panic without warning.

Her heartbeat was like a drumbeat in a storm, pounding in her ears. Her breathing also became faster and faster, as if every breath made her feel an indescribable depression. Her mind was in chaos, like a tangled mass of threads, making it impossible for her to sort out her thoughts.

Anya shivered in the corner, her eyes fixed on the figure. She wanted to get close to him, but was afraid of being discovered by him. This conflicting mood made her feel a deep pain. Her heart was filled with fear and anticipation, as inevitable as the coming of the rainy season. She knew that she had to face this fear and walk towards that tall figure bravely, no matter what the outcome. Because it was her own choice, she had to bear the consequences.

However, at this moment, Anya could not overcome the unknown fear in her heart. She could only clench her fists tightly and endure the pain silently. She knew that only she could help her get out of this darkness. She had to find courage, she had to find strength. Only in this way can she truly face her fears and truly walk towards that figure.

She has been away from Lu Qian for many years. It can be said that she has withdrawn from his life long ago. The closeness she once had and the memories that are deeply rooted in her bones are now gone with the wind. She had been forced to leave his world, the man she once loved deeply, and all this was not her will. However, now she cannot return to him, and the desire she once had seems so far away now. Her legs... Anya weakly stroked the cold prosthetic limbs. The once slender and straight legs were now disabled. This cruel reality made her feel desperate, as if she had been thrown into an abyss.

Her thoughts were like a tangled mess and she couldn't calm down. The tears swirled in his eyes, and finally burst out of his eyes, sliding down his cheeks and across the scars in his heart. Her cry was so heart-wrenching, it was as if all the emotions were contained in the tears: pain, confusion, fear, all the emotions came to her at once. The world seemed to be weighing on her shoulders, overwhelming her.

She shouted in her heart, the man's name echoing in her heart. Lu Qian, do you know the pain I am feeling now? Do you know how helpless I am now? The questions in her heart seemed to be swallowed up by the night. There was no response, only her own echo echoed in her heart.

Anya huddled against the wall, trying her best to control her breathing and emotions. She desperately wiped away the tears that came from her eyes, trying to make herself as silent as a shadow, not wanting to be noticed by Lu Qian. Her heartbeat was wild and heavy in the silence, like an engine running alone in the dark night. Although it was subtle, it was full of strength. Every nerve is tense, like a piano string stretched by the wind, ready to break at any time.

At that moment, Lu Qian felt a familiar tug in his heart. His gaze fell on the shadow in the corner as if being attracted. Although everything there was blurry, he could feel a strange atmosphere there. He subconsciously walked forward, pulled by an inexplicable force, trying to find the secret in that corner.

However, when he was about to approach the corner, he saw only an empty scene in front of him. He felt confused and doubtful, but he failed to notice the truth hidden under the calm surface. His eyes wandered around the empty corners, but he couldn't capture anything substantial under the cover of darkness. It gave him an uneasy feeling, like the harbinger of a storm on a windless day.

He paused, trying to comprehend what had just happened. He felt his own heartbeat echoing in his chest, matching Anya's, as if their hearts were beating in the same silent music. He closed his eyes and tried to recall the scene. The shadow in that corner and the strange atmosphere echoed in his memory like an echo in an empty church.

Then his heart beat faster again as he realized something. He turned around and faced the corner, searching again for the strange atmosphere he had just felt. His heartbeat echoed in the silence, like an engine running alone in the dark night. Although it was subtle, it was full of strength. Every nerve is tense, like a piano string stretched by the wind, ready to break at any time...

Anya finally breathed a sigh of relief. She successfully avoided Lu Qian's attention. However, her heart was still full of pain and sadness, and tears could not stop flowing. She prayed silently, hoping that one day she would be able to face Lu Qian bravely. She believed that this day would not be too far away...

Her heartbeat gradually returned to calmness, but the pain in her heart remained. Anya couldn't help but think of Lu Qian in the past. The man who once made her heart beat was now the deepest pain in her heart. She tried hard to suppress her emotions and try to calm herself down.

Anya knew that she needed time to heal her wounds and to become stronger.

Lu Qian stood there blankly, sweat rolling down his black hair. He wasn't scared, just nervous. Maybe he was overthinking, how could there be such a thing as resurrection from the dead in the world, but... maybe Anya was not dead?

Lu Qian was startled by his idea. He might have been influenced by his sister and started to have some unrealistic ideas.

He turned around and walked back to the villa courtyard in despair. Anya in the distance silently stared at Lu Qian's slender figure, trying to reach out and touch his generous back through the air. That was the person she loved most in the past and present, and in the future. It always will be.

No matter what she had experienced, the memories with Lu Qian were like a beam of light shining into her life.

The world is sometimes noisy and sometimes quiet, but you are neither noisy nor quiet, and do not speak. You just stand there and are the only god in the world. When your eyes look upon me, I am redeemed and stand in the light. When you hold my hand, I gain the courage to accept heaven and hell, devils and angels, no matter who comes.