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The house had been completely renovated, transforming the previous dull tones. The lights, furniture, and decorative materials were all meticulously planned and prepared by Ziya and Zhi Qing.
In the living room, luxurious milky-white anti-slip tiles covered the floor, complemented by a large beige sofa adorned with several cute cushions. Beige served as the main color throughout the renovation, including the TV wall, bedroom, study, and more. The wall panels matched the tiles, primarily in milky white, and the lighting fixtures were all in place, with both soft and bright lights installed.
Standing inside the house, even without turning on the lights, it felt bright and sunny, exuding an air of noble elegance everywhere.
Liang Chao said little and deeply bowed to Ziya and Zhi Qing, which made them burst into laughter. Afterward, Liang Chao revealed his family situation; his parents had incurred significant debt due to a failed business.
"Then invite your parents to your wedding!" Ziya said to Liang Chao while embracing Sun Meng. She knew that Sun Meng was a kind friend; there are no perfect children in this world, only imperfect parents. Nearby, Zhi Qing silently gave Ziya a thumbs-up for her kindness.
"Yeah, I will," Liang Chao replied with a sigh of relief in a calm tone.
After these busy days, Ziya really wanted to take a good rest, so she bid farewell to Zhi Qing and went home.
Meanwhile, Liang Chao and Sun Meng busied themselves with wedding preparations—arranging the banquet, inviting guests, selecting attire, and handling all the tedious details.
During this time, Zhi Qing's mother miraculously showed signs of improvement but was still unable to speak. The doctor diagnosed her with facial paralysis and mild stroke. The symptoms included noticeable atrophy of the left side of her face's muscles, stiffness in her body, and tremors with every step she took. Zhi Qing bought her mother a wheelchair for her father to assist her. This condition could not be reversed; if it recurred, it would lead to dire consequences.
Ziya often visited Zhi Qing's mother. The elderly woman would tremble as she pointed at the herbs in a basket, gesturing about something. Zhi Qing misunderstood this as her mother wanting Ziya to take the herbs home. So Ziya would bring back the herbs her mother indicated and ask Anqing Mama to brew them into a medicinal concoction. The herbal liquid produced was abundant; she stored it in the fridge to drink like a beverage.
Over time, Ziya felt significant changes within herself. She secretly went to the hospital for tests regarding her own condition, and the results astonished her—this was a story for another time.
It seemed that whether due to lost feelings or a temporary search for solace or perhaps genuinely moved by Zhi Qing's sincere intentions, their relationship gradually deepened without either realizing it. Anqing and her husband Liu Haoming naturally noticed this development and were secretly delighted by it.
Sun Meng was very satisfied with her current home, luxurious yet not gaudy, beautiful yet not dazzling. The main color scheme was elegantly arranged, and the appropriately matched furniture created a refreshing atmosphere for her.
Liang Chao had gone to the supermarket to buy gift bags and had not returned yet. Sun Meng stood in front of the mirror, trying on her wedding dress over and over again—the white bridal gown. According to local customs, after receiving guests at the hotel in her wedding dress, the bride would change into another outfit to start serving drinks and distributing candies to the guests.
Thinking about the long-awaited day approaching, Sun Meng couldn't help but gesture with excitement in her wedding dress, striking various charming poses. Just as she waved her arms, a flash of red suddenly appeared behind her, stirring a familiar feeling within her. What was it? Sun Meng turned around to see YaYa...
At this point, it must be mentioned that no one had told Sun Meng about YaYa's death. Everyone thought it was too strange and sudden. They didn't want the soon-to-be bride to know that YaYa had died in Liang Chao's car trunk, fearing it would make her overthink things, especially since some matters had just calmed down; they didn't want to complicate things further.
YaYa's incessant blinking puzzled Sun Meng.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Do I look pretty like this? Will Master like me?" YaYa blinked her eyes and asked Sun Meng in a sharp voice. As she spoke, bloodshot tears began to slide out of her eye sockets... This scene truly terrified Sun Meng, making her mistakenly think that YaYa was just playing a game. But when she saw YaYa's face covered in blood and the air thick with the smell of it, she panicked. As YaYa's eyes slid down with thin trails of blood, fear gripped Sun Meng from deep within; her imagination ran wild, causing her scalp to tingle and her body to tremble. She even forgot to run.
Sun Meng was so frightened! Her mind went blank; in an instant, she regretted that her parents hadn't given her an extra leg. Before she could scream, she took off running...
When Liang Chao returned home with his purchases and opened the door, he was immediately knocked over by Sun Meng.
"What happened? You... this!" Liang Chao embraced Sun Meng tightly as everything he was holding fell to the floor. He looked at her terrified expression while constantly glancing back toward the bedroom.
"YaYa... YaYa is in our bedroom..." Sun Meng stammered in a trembling voice.
"Who? Who are you talking about?" Sun Meng's words startled Liang Chao; his heart skipped a beat. His scalp tingled instinctively as he hurriedly followed Sun Meng's gaze toward the bedroom.
"No one is here!" Liang Chao pulled Sun Meng and turned back to the bedroom. The room was clear at a glance; there was no one there. He let out a quiet sigh, cursing himself inwardly: She’s neurotic, and now I’m getting neurotic too.
Wasn’t that the truth? The bedroom was elegant, bathed in soft sunlight, devoid of YaYa, eyes, or blood... What was wrong with him just now? Sun Meng furrowed her brows, confused as she looked at the cold sweat in her palms. She slipped her hand from Liang Chao's grasp and walked to the living room to pick up the items that had fallen on the floor.
As Sun Meng went to the living room, Liang Chao felt a heavy weight in his heart, a sense of dread that filled his mind without reason. Sun Meng's condition fluctuated between good and bad; what would happen if she started shouting at the wedding?
It seemed he would have to ask Ziya to come over more often to keep Sun Meng company and help her through this...
Ziya lay lazily on the bed, with her computer still on. She had been playing Peashooter until she felt dizzy. Recently, she had been drinking herbal soup made by Zhiqing's family but couldn’t eat anything; her stomach had been growling for a while.
Zhiqing's figure appeared on the video call, continuously asking Ziya what was wrong.
Ziya rolled off the bed and smiled at Zhiqing on the screen, saying, "I'm fine, just hungry."
Zhiqing's concerned gaze and affectionate tone came through the screen: "I'll buy you some chicken feet right away. What else do you want?"
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