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Zhiqing had visited Ziya's home countless times. If it weren't for all the formalities and politeness, he might have felt more at ease instead of the sudden awkwardness that enveloped him.
Ziya and Zhiqing sat at the dining table eating, while Anqing and Liu Haoming whispered on the sofa. Zhiqing knew they were discussing him and Ziya, and as he chewed his food, his eyes involuntarily darted toward them, his ears burning with a mix of anxiety and curiosity.
Earlier, Sun Meng had returned home under the escort of Zhiqing and Ziya. The so-called home was merely a place to sleep at night, far from the beautiful and romantic image she had imagined. It was quiet—so quiet that her footsteps echoed in the stillness, accompanied by her own monotonous shadow that followed her like a ghost. After crying earlier, her face felt sticky; perhaps washing it would help.
She opened the bathroom door and stood in front of the mirror, turning on the hot water tap. Warm water slipped through her fingers as she splashed some on her face, squinting as she reached for a towel from the rack. After drying her face, she looked up to meet her reflection in the mirror. Suddenly, through the foggy glass, she saw a woman standing right behind her. Startled, she turned around quickly… but there was no one there except for the smooth white tiled wall.
Sun Meng closed her eyes for a moment, then splashed water on her neck again. A strange chill swept over her exposed skin. The mirror wavered slightly, and this time she clearly saw a pale face with a cold, sinister gaze staring back at her from the mirror. Sun Meng froze for a moment, took a deep breath to reassure herself that it was just her imagination. But when she slowly turned to look again, all she saw was the wall. Her heart raced inexplicably with fear… Sun Meng had never thought she would be afraid of silence; yet now, she truly was. Nervously swallowing hard, she hurriedly left the bathroom. The sound of her frantic footsteps echoed through the hallway and living room—was this really her home?
Since moving into this house with Liang Chao, Sun Meng had suffered from long-term insomnia. She often dreamed of or heard cries and visions of children entangled in distressing scenes; it left her feeling somewhat dazed. Liang Chao had insisted that she avoid going to the clinic for now, fearing that any mistakes with medications could lead to disastrous consequences—medical accidents were rampant even in large hospitals, let alone in a small clinic.
Sun Meng collapsed onto the sofa; despite the sweltering summer heat, she felt no discomfort from it. The fan in their home had never been used. Just as Ziya had said, stepping into this house felt like entering an air-conditioned space; a cool breeze seemed to emerge from nowhere. Regardless, both Liang Chao and Sun Meng dressed in jackets while their neighbors wore short sleeves and skirts.
Sun Meng always felt as if there were eerie eyes watching her every move from within the house. This instinct made her turn around repeatedly to check behind her—a behavior that greatly annoyed Liang Chao, who had urged her several times to see a psychologist.
At that moment, Sun Meng curled up tightly; due to the tense atmosphere of silence, her fingers intertwined nervously. Even the sound of the wall clock chiming startled her so much that goosebumps rose on her skin; her body instinctively shivered after a few seconds when the clock's loud chime ceased to just soft ticking.
Staring at the clock made an inexplicable irritation surge within her mind—a desire to vent out frustration arose; she wanted to scream or smash everything in sight. Her gaze fixated on the swinging pendulum of the clock on the wall as she climbed onto the nearby sofa. Grabbing hold of it tightly, she yanked it down.
Without thinking or realizing what she was doing, Sun Meng raised the clock high and smashed it onto the floor before stomping on it furiously. It was only when she seemed to snap back to reality that she stared at the broken pieces scattered on the ground and glanced up at the empty hook where it once hung—what had she just done? She couldn't remember. Stunned for a moment, she hurriedly grabbed a broom to sweep up the shards of glass. She needed to come up with an excuse for breaking the clock; otherwise Liang Chao would keep probing until he found out what happened—and that outcome was easy to imagine. Sun Meng dared not entertain such thoughts; instead, after hastily cleaning up, she stepped into the kitchen to prepare Liang Chao's favorite dish to distract him from discovering that he had personally chosen this clock which she had ruined.
Once everything was done, Sun Meng carefully checked for any missed spots when suddenly a faint sound of crying drifted from the small bedroom—a sound she seemed accustomed to by now. Without saying a word, Sun Meng mechanically walked toward it. As she entered the small bedroom, a large stain on the wall caught her eye.
As she stared at the large stain, Sun Meng's gaze became vacant and her body suddenly stiffened, her expression oddly twisted. It was a semblance of a smile, and she murmured, "Don't cry, my child. Daddy will be back soon. Just be good!" As she spoke, she tightly wrapped her arms around something invisible.
Liang Chao didn't want to go home. He was reluctant to see Sun Meng's neurotic demeanor, and besides, another woman had called him for a date. YaYa was now a thing of the past; after all, she wasn't exactly innocent either. Since entering the hospital, she had rarely contacted him. In the meantime, he knew she had been with many men. That day in the café, Liang Chao had briefly entertained the thought of rekindling their relationship but was interrupted by another timely phone call.
YaYa had been furious at that time and stormed to the entrance to confront him, only to be met with Liang Chao's mocking insults. With no choice left, she redirected her attention to Severe Cold. Little did she know that Severe Cold was immune to any kind of provocation; nothing seemed to affect him at all.
Liang Chao had standards when it came to women—he didn't want someone tacky or lacking in grace, nor did he want a woman who was overly forward and lacked taste. So how did Sun Meng become his fiancée? The answer lay with Ziya, who had repeatedly rejected Liang Chao's advances... he could never swallow that humiliation. But that's a story for later; there would be explanations in due time.
Liang Chao remembered clearly what day it was today: Sun Meng's birthday. She was a pitiful little woman, caught in his grasp and unable to escape—a woman who had once undergone an abortion and had long lost her tightness. At this moment, she might be gazing out the window, eagerly awaiting Liang Chao's return home.
Liang Chao's car pulled into another neighborhood while she stood by the window watching for his arrival...
Ziya knew it was Sun Meng's birthday and had called countless times without anyone answering. With no other option, she dialed Zhiqing's number again. The two of them discussed giving Sun Meng a surprise and ordered a beautiful birthday cake from the bakery.
When Ziya and Zhiqing arrived at Sun Meng and Liang Chao's home with the birthday cake without notifying anyone, it was already dusk. The world was silent except for their footsteps echoing on the stairs with a soft thud.
They reached the door, knocked, and looked up in anticipation. After a long wait, they felt someone pulling the door open.
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