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To her, Yue Qingyi was just a stranger, the Demon Sect Leader, nothing more, and not worth her concern.
Thinking of this, I could no longer hold back and stomped out.
If I die, so be it.
Yue Qingyi turned his head upon hearing the noise, and when he saw me, his expression was filled with shock. His face showed an unusual flush; as he looked at me, his expression suddenly relaxed, and joy sparkled in his eyes, as if a thousand words were gathering in his chest.
In the end, he simply said lightly, "You’re here."
I nodded and walked closer to him step by step, saying, "I’m here."
He reached out to me with a smile and said, "Not too early, not too late."
I imitated his usual demeanor and scoffed lightly, placing my hand in his palm, replying, "Just in time to collect the body."
Yue Qingyi finally burst into laughter.
It was the first time I had seen him laugh so heartily.
My heart felt slightly sour.
After laughing, Yue Qingyi coughed a few times and asked me, "What’s your name?"
I casually replied, "Fan..."
He shook his head disapprovingly.
I revealed the truth: "My name is Jiang Yuanmeng; Jiang from the rivers and lakes, Yuan from far away..."
But before I could finish my sentence, Yue Qingyi released my hand and closed his eyes.
I lowered my head in confusion, knowing in my heart that he would never wake again.
But I hadn’t explored Xilin City yet.
We still had six days left.
...
...
Morning.
I turned off the alarm clock, dazedly feeling the damp pillow. All the experiences of the past twenty days were still vivid in my mind, as if they had been forcibly etched there. Each scene was deeply memorable and particularly real. Was it just a dream? I let out a long sigh, sorting through my complicated emotions.
I got up and washed up. After arriving at the office, I noticed many people gathered together chatting. I took the lead in greeting them: "Good morning." My colleagues responded in kind, and the receptionist smiled and said, "Mengmeng, a handsome guy has come to sit across from you."
I stopped in my tracks and asked, "What handsome guy? The company hasn't hired anyone recently, right?"
"He's not a new hire," the receptionist explained. "He's the head of the headquarters, temporarily here for work. They've added a desk across from you."
I nodded to indicate that I understood. The receptionist raised her eyebrows at me and added, "You just joined this year, so you might not know. He's the youngest and most capable director in our group; I've heard he's only in his twenties..."
I chuckled and waved my hand to interrupt her. This girl is nice but too gossipy. I shook my head and walked toward my office.
As soon as I reached my seat, a head popped up from across with a cup: "Could you help me make some coffee?"
I was taken aback; this was a new request since I had never done it before. Seeing that I didn't respond, he gently added, "I have some work to handle this morning and came in too hurriedly, forgetting to prepare coffee. I'm a bit busy right now and quite thirsty. Could you help me? If it's inconvenient, that's fine too."
Alright then, since your attitude is so good, I'll help you this once. I took the cup from him. He broke into a big smile and said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
After making the coffee in the pantry and returning to my office, he took the cup from me again and thanked me once more. He then said, "I'll be sitting across from you for the next few days. By the way, I'm Yue Qingyi; how should I address you?"
I stood still.
"Yue Qingyi?"
"Mm?" Noticing my silence, a light sound of inquiry came from the position, the tone rising slightly, revealing confusion.
I came back to my senses and said, "My name is Jiang Yuanmeng."
Yue Qingyi paused his hands that were typing on the keyboard, fell silent for a moment, then turned to look at me, clenching his fist and asking, "Which Jiang? Which Yuan?"
I looked at him clearly and said, "The Jiang from 'jianghu' (rivers and lakes), the Yuan meaning 'from afar,' and the Meng from 'dreaming of being a guest in a dream.'"
Yue Qingyi lowered his gaze and chuckled softly, raising his hand high before letting it drop. He then slowly pressed down on the edge of the table as he stood up, staring at me intently, and sighed, "So it is this dream."
(End of text)
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