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I can't do anything.
She gritted her teeth and went anyway.
In two to three minutes, she returned, looking lost.
I caught a glimpse of tear stains on her face.
She discreetly wiped them away and began typing on the keyboard.
As I approached, I realized she was writing her resignation letter.
I understood how much she loved this job.
I couldn't let her dreams be shattered by a scumbag.
During lunch break, Xi Qian connected the tablet to Wi-Fi.
I checked all the chat records of female employees and leaders in the company network.
Every young woman in the office had been harassed to some extent by that middle-aged man.
I saved these chat records, packaged them, and sent them anonymously to the station director at the television station.
Soon, Xi Qian's leader hurried out of the office, looking very grim.
I worried that Xi Qian would resign before her leader returned.
I sent her another anonymous email: "Wait a few more days; things might take a turn for the better. I will protect you."
After sending the email, I felt my last bit of strength drain away.
It has been a week since Xi Qian last opened the Otome Game and interacted with Li Xiang.
I don't know if this anonymous email can change Xi Qian's decision.
I also don't know if what I did today can truly help her.
I am becoming weaker and weaker.
The things I can do for her are becoming fewer.
Xi Qian stood in front of the wardrobe for quite a while.
She was still on a video call with her best friend: "How should I dress for my first meeting with an online friend?"
Her best friend replied, "Ma Xiaowei is a rare good man; you better take it seriously. Hey, this outfit looks great; it shows off your figure!"
Xi Qian felt a bit shy: "It's just dinner; it doesn't need to be so formal, right?"
Her best friend spoke in a tone of exasperation: "Just be more mindful!"
In the end, Xi Qian chose a decent outfit but in a plain color.
She carefully put on her makeup and left the house in a cheerful mood.
I felt increasingly weak and could only sit at the stairway waiting for her to return.
Fortunately, she came back soon.
As soon as she entered, she started a voice call with her best friend.
"I met Ma Xiaowei; he used to collaborate with our Station!"
Best friend: "I know, he told me. So, what do you think of him?"
Xi Qian: "Pretty good. I didn't expect him to be quite handsome, but..."
Best friend: "But what?"
Xi Qian: "He showed me a few photos he took, and I can't help but feel like he's had a crush on me for a long time?"
Best friend: "Hahaha, he has definitely had a crush on you for a while. Otherwise, why would he ask me to introduce you two?"
Xi Qian: "So that's how it is."
Her cheeks turned a bit red, while my hands felt icy cold.
My heart was filled with mixed emotions.
After hanging up the voice call with my best friend, Xi Qian pulled the cat into her arms.
As she petted the cat, she murmured to herself, "Does Ma Xiaowei really like me?"
"Was that anonymous email really from him?"
"If it was, then everything would make sense."
I wanted to tell her it was me.
But I couldn't bring myself to say it.
I am just a ghost.
Even standing openly beside her is not allowed.
I can only repeat in my heart, “Xi Qian, I love you.”
Xi Qian has stopped playing the Otome Game.
She sent a message to Ma Xiaowei: “Thank you for what happened that day.”
She originally wanted to ask Ma Xiaowei if he was the one who sent the anonymous email, but after hesitating several times, she still didn’t ask.
“If it is him, then everything would make sense.”
“If it’s not…”
“If it’s not, then I would be overthinking things, wouldn’t I?”
“But…”
“But if he really likes me, why doesn’t he just say it?”
She held her phone, her brows slightly furrowed, murmuring to herself.
How I wish I could hold her tightly in my arms.
But I am just a ghost.
I want to tell her, “Xi Qian, I love you.”
Before I could finish speaking, I was once again engulfed by darkness.
When I woke up again, I was so weak that I didn't even have the strength to lift a glass of water.
I could no longer do anything.
I couldn't go online to send emails, nor could I touch any objects.
I could only stay near the tablet, with a range of movement that didn't even exceed three meters.
It seemed that my love for Xi Qian had surpassed my expectations.
I didn't want to reclaim her attention; I just hoped she would remember that I once existed in her life.
I only wished for her to remember that those things were done by me, not by Ma Xiaowei.
I found myself feeling a bit jealous of Ma Xiaowei.
He had done nothing yet gained Xi Qian's trust and affection.
If only Xi Qian could check the surveillance footage one more time.
Just once.
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