The CEO is domineering, the devil Boss is addicted to pampering

If it was the real Su Xingya, she would never let herself get so sick.

Even if she was sick, she would just choose to bear it on her own. She would never be like she is now, so fragile and in need of care from others.

As night falls, the city lights dim, but they cannot illuminate the deepest corners of Gu Yunqian's heart.

He didn't know when, but a mirror quietly stood up in his heart, silently reflecting the two figures of Su Xingya - one was a replica he created with his own hands, and the other was the vivid and real her who only remained in his memory.

This mirror, like an invisible shackle, prevents Gu Yunqian from escaping the cage of self-examination.

He began to unconsciously compare every subtle difference between the clone and the real Su Xingya: the agility in the eyes, the arc of the smile, and even the frequency of breathing...

Every comparison was like a sharp knife, carving deeper marks in his heart and reminding him of a cruel fact - the fake could never replace the real.

That night, Su Xingya's fever subsided, and her face was pale but with a barely noticeable blush. She was like a tired kitten, instinctively looking for warmth, and finally nestled in Gu Yunqian's arms.

This should have been a warm and beautiful scene, but strange ripples arose in Gu Yunqian's heart.

He looked down at her in his arms. The eyes that once intoxicated him now seemed particularly strange.

An inexplicable feeling of rejection surged like a tide, impacting his fragile defense. His eyes became gloomy and complicated at that moment, as if he had thousands of words to say, but didn't know where to start.

Suddenly, as if driven by an invisible force, he pushed Su Xingya in his arms away with both hands.

Her body drew an arc in the air and finally fell weakly to the edge of the bed, with astonishment and confusion flashing in her eyes.

"why?"

She asked softly, her voice weak and trembling, as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind.

Gu Yunqian did not answer, but turned his head away silently, not wanting her to see the struggle and pain in his eyes.

The atmosphere in the room froze instantly. Only the occasional sound of wind coming from outside the window seemed to be telling of endless sorrow.

At that moment, he understood that no matter how perfect the clone was, it could not fill the desire and pursuit for true love in his heart.

The real Su Xingya, even though she is fragile and even though she loves him, is irreplaceable in his heart.

That night, Gu Yunqian's figure suddenly disappeared from Su Xingya's sight. With a heavy slam of the door, he rushed out without looking back or leaving any gentle instructions to the servants in the villa.

The huge room was instantly shrouded in an indescribable silence. Only Su Xingya was there, lying weakly on the bed, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes, her throat unable to make any sound due to the dry cough.

Her throat felt as if it had been burned by fire, dry and painful, and even the simplest act of swallowing became extremely difficult.

She longed for a glass of water to moisten her dry throat, but at the moment, she didn't even have the strength to ask for help.

Her eyes slowly fell on the bedside table, where cups of water and medicines were once placed, which was her only comfort during her illness.

But now, there is nothing there...

Su Xingya's face showed a look of grievance and helplessness. Her eyes were slightly red and tears were welling up in her eyes but never fell.

Recalling this day, when she was drowsy, someone gently fed her water and coaxed her to take medicine. The warmth and care made her find a little comfort in her illness.

But now, when she woke up, facing the empty bedside table and Gu Yunqian's indifferent back, she couldn't help but begin to doubt whether all the warmth and care were just her imagination during her illness.

She lay quietly in bed, letting pain and loneliness erode her body and mind. Her eyes became empty and confused, as if she had lost all hope and strength.

At this moment, she felt unprecedented despair and helplessness, as if the whole world had abandoned her...

The night was as dark as ink, the moon was hidden and the stars were concealed. Gu Yunqian held a bouquet of flowers and walked steadily and slowly up the steps leading to the hill.

Although he was surrounded by darkness, he seemed to be able to see through the night and clearly identify the locations of the two tombstones in front of him.

His figure stretched out in the dimness, blending into the surrounding silence. Only the bouquet of flowers in his arms swayed gently in the night breeze, emitting a faint fragrance.

He walked to Su Xingya's tombstone, gently put down the flowers, and then sat down on the cold ground. He took out a slightly old wine flask from his arms, gently unscrewed the lid, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

He first whispered to himself, his voice echoing in the silent night sky, carrying a hint of apology and nostalgia.

"I haven't been here for a long time. I hope the father and daughter won't blame me." He said softly, as if expressing his longing to the soul sleeping under the tombstone.

He went on to recount his experiences during this time, particularly those visits to the families of fellow plane crash victims.

There was a sense of pride in his voice, as if he was telling Su Xingya and Su Jingyi that he had traveled to every river and mountain in the motherland, an achievement that was difficult to achieve even when he was on a business trip.

"Can you imagine? After this trip, I can actually do farm work!"

He continued, his eyes becoming soft and deep.

"You don't know..."

However, at this moment, his voice suddenly got stuck and the expression on his face became complicated.

He didn't know how to tell Su Xingya and Su Jingyi that he had brought back a girl from that distant village who had a temperament very similar to Su Xingya.

Not only does she have a similar appearance, she even possesses the memories that originally belonged to Su Xingya.

This thought kept lingering in his mind, like an insurmountable chasm.

What should he say?

He said that he couldn't bear the longing for Su Xingya, so he found a substitute to fill the void in his heart?

Or did I fall in love with someone else shortly after she passed away?

Both statements made him feel difficult to speak of, as if they were a betrayal of Su Xingya and Su Jingyi.

Gu Yunqian sighed and poured half of the wine in the jug onto the ground as a tribute to the deceased.

Then, he poured the rest of the wine into his mouth without hesitation. As the strong liquor entered his throat, a burning feeling instantly spread throughout his body.

Under the influence of alcohol, he leaned back slightly and leaned against Su Xingya's tombstone, his eyes becoming blurred and dazed.

Under the influence of alcohol, his consciousness gradually became blurred and his body became heavier and heavier.

Finally, he fell into a deep sleep, as if he was reunited with Su Xingya and Su Jingyi in a dream.

The night wind blew gently, bringing a few wisps of breeze, as if responding to his previous whisper, and as if soothing his tired and tangled heart.

It was not until the next morning, when the first ray of sunlight penetrated the mist and shone on his face, that he slowly opened his eyes.

His heavy eyelids seemed to be carrying a heavy burden, and the strong smell of alcohol on his body also reminded him of his indulgence and unruliness last night.

"Mr. Gu, why did you fall asleep here? You smell like alcohol."

An administrator's voice sounded in my ears, with some concern and confusion.

Gu Yunqian raised his head and looked around, only to realize that it was already daybreak and he had actually spent the entire night here. He rubbed his sore neck, yawned, and a wry smile appeared on his face.

"Sorry, something happened last night, so I stayed here a little longer." He explained, his voice a little hoarse.