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Tao Zhe lay weakly on the hospital bed, his mood sinking. "Do we really have to talk about this?"
Yanhua seized the opportunity. "Mr. Tao Zhe, this could greatly aid our investigation."
Tao Zhe hesitated. "I don’t know what that woman’s name was, but my grandfather mentioned her once when he was still alive. He always had an expression on his face that I couldn’t quite understand. I’m not really keen on discussing this."
Yanhua pressed on. "We apologize for prying into matters concerning Old Friend, but if we don’t resolve this issue, that Ability User will remain in your Tao Family Ancestral Home. Surely, Mr. Tao Zhe, you wouldn’t want that to happen?"
Tao Zhe clenched the business card in his hand. "Fine, but you must promise to keep it confidential. Don’t let it get out."
Yanhua assured him, "We won’t say a word, you can trust us."
Releasing his grip on the card, Tao Zhe began to speak softly.
"The story takes place long ago, before the Kloi War had even begun..."
The group exited the hospital.
Yanhua popped a piece of candy into her mouth and mumbled, "Ah, it’s ultimately a love story between two worlds apart."
Caidai reflected thoughtfully. "But if we consider what Tao Zhe said about Tao Yiran's past, from another perspective, when he returned his grandfather's ashes to the ancestral home for burial, doesn’t that mean Jiang Wenyu has been waiting alone at the Tao Family Ancestral Home for decades?"
Hezi turned to Caidai. "Regardless of whether they were separated or not, it’s certain that Jiang Wenyu must have wanted to see Tao Yiran again; otherwise, she wouldn’t have waited all those years."
"Ting Yu," someone suggested, "why don’t we enter Mindset tonight and tell Jiang Wenyu about this? It might help her let go of her wait."
Everyone turned their gaze toward Yanhua.
Unbeknownst to them, Yanhua stood under a street sign, head bowed and lost in thought, one shoe scraping against the ground silently as he pondered something deep within.
The corners of Yanhua's mouth tightened slightly; the ground elongated his shadow, which appeared particularly lonely for reasons unknown.
Yan Qing stepped forward and patted Ting Yu on the shoulder. "Do you think we should tell Jiang Wenyu about this tonight?"
Yan Qing turned around, his eyes somewhat vacant. After a moment, he seemed to come to his senses and looked at the tall road sign, speaking softly, "We should tell her. Waiting in vain is ultimately pointless. It's foolish to spend your life waiting for someone who will never return."
As Yan Qing finished speaking, a passing vehicle brought a gust of cold wind.
Yanhua couldn't help but shiver and tightened her coat. "What kind of weather is this? It was sunny in the morning, and now it's freezing cold."
The group looked up at the sky and realized that the entire visible area was covered by dark clouds, creating an oppressive atmosphere.
Yan Qing checked the weather forecast on his phone and saw that it would rain from six o'clock this evening until tomorrow morning.
"It will rain tonight. Let's go tomorrow instead; we should head back today."
Yanhua nodded enthusiastically, nearly bursting into laughter. "Sounds good! I'll head out first."
Without waiting for a response, she hailed a taxi and left, fearing that Yan Qing might change his mind.
The box and ribbons also nodded in agreement before hurriedly departing.
Thunder began to rumble in the sky.
A loud crack echoed in their ears as streaks of light flashed across the distant horizon, creating a spectacular sight.
Yan Qing remained lost in thought until raindrops started to fall. The moment he looked up at the sky, a drop rolled down to the corner of his eye and traced its way down to his chin.
After taking a taxi back to the hotel, his coat was completely soaked. Not wanting to catch a cold, Yan Qing took a hot shower and then sat down at the table to begin analyzing the situation.
Tao Yiran and Jiang Wenyu were married, but shortly after their wedding, they separated. Tao Yiran left Tao Residence for X Port while Jiang Wenyu began waiting at Tao Residence in vain.
Recalling the invitation in his hand, dated November 14, 1938, it was clear that the two must have known each other before that date. However...
As Yan Qing leaned on the table, resting his head in his hands, he found himself increasingly confused by the stories Tao Zhe had shared.
Suddenly, a ringtone broke the silence. Yan Qing picked up his phone and saw it was from Z Country X Port. After a brief pause, he answered the call.
"Mr. Yan, I just remembered that when I returned this time, I brought some old photos of my grandfather. I hope you can find some clues in them."
"Thank you very much, Mr. Tao Zhe."
"You're welcome. I hope you can soon help that Ability User leave our the Tao Family ancestral home. That place belongs to us, and she has no connection to it now."
"I will."
After a brief exchange, Tao Zhe hung up.
Looking at the address Tao Zhe had sent him via text, Yan Qing couldn't help but marvel at how wealthy the the Tao Family was.
It wasn't just a VIP ward; it was a presidential suite.
By the time Yan Qing retrieved the old photographs, it was already ten o'clock at night.
Gazing at the yellowed packaging, he opened the first page.
The first image showed a boy around thirteen or fourteen years old. His youthful face couldn't hide the spirited expression he wore.
This face looked exactly like the one he had seen yesterday in New Realm; although somewhat juvenile, it was unmistakably that of Tao Yiran.
The next few pages were filled with photos of Tao Yiran, and it wasn't until he flipped through five or six pages that he finally came across another familiar face.
In the alley, Jiang Wenyu stood beside Tao Yiran, dressed in a fitted qipao, just as she had on their wedding day, linking her arm with his.
Her features were like a painting, and with a smile that could brighten even the most faded photographs, her beauty was undeniable.
Yan Qing flipped through several pages, all blank. It wasn't until he reached the photos taken after Tao Yiran arrived at X Port that images began to appear more frequently.
There were pictures of weddings, holding their son while their daughter stood by their side, embracing his wife, and later family portraits with dozens of relatives. Yet, Yan Qing could not find another trace of Jiang Wenyu.
Gazing at the only photo that included Jiang Wenyu, Yan Qing's index finger gently brushed against it.
Did you ever think, Jiang Wenyu, that the man you loved your whole life and waited for would turn around and fall in love with another woman, marrying her and having a large family?
The man you waited for all those years ultimately left you behind, transforming you into the ghost that everyone now speaks of with disdain.
As Yan Qing continued to touch the photo, he felt it could be removed. He took it out and flipped it over, noticing a line of numbers.
September 18, 1938.
This was less than two months after their wedding. The photo seemed to capture a moment of passionate love, but what had happened that made them rush into marriage?
With questions swirling in his mind, sleepiness eventually overtook him. Yan Qing lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.
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