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I lowered my head, tears silently falling onto the carpet. "Thank you, President Song, for your guidance... Thank you, President Song, for your guidance..."
His polished shoes stopped in front of me, his voice carrying an undeniable authority. "What are you crying about? Are you unwilling?"
"Willing... willing," I bit my lip, struggling to keep my voice steady. "I... am deeply grateful."
Just as he was about to step out of the office, I mustered the courage to ask, "Why are you doing this?"
"I told you, you are mine."
That night, I took my sleeping pills as usual but was jolted awake by a wave of intense heartache. It felt as if an invisible blade had sliced through my heart. I knew there shouldn't be a wound there, yet the pain made it hard to breathe.
My heart felt as though it had been violently torn apart. Xiao He was startled by my sudden agony and hurriedly grabbed her phone to call an ambulance. In my daze, I seemed to see Long Qi; his eyes were filled with compassion as he gently shook his head, silently telling me not to cry.
I reached out to touch him but grasped only air. He was no longer in this world!
My Bodyguard had truly left this time. He would never come back.
Song Moting seemed convinced that I would not escape again or perhaps knew that even if I tried, there would be nowhere for me to go. The security guard at the door had been removed.
The medication no longer contained any sedative ingredients, but I had no appetite for food.
"Miss, please eat a little," Xiao He urged, holding out a nutritious meal.
I stared at the nearly withered succulent on the balcony and bitterly said, "I've heard that starting over is easy. So why is it so hard to change the past? I just... want to be myself again."
"Miss, please don't say that. If something happens to you, what will I do?"
Seeing her on the verge of tears made me softly ask, "If I refuse to eat, President Song will punish you, right?"
She hesitantly nodded, and understanding dawned on me. I took the tray from her and finished the meal in one go.
Struggling to suppress the discomfort in my stomach, I placed the empty plate on the table. After she left, I hurried to the bathroom and vomited uncontrollably, until finally, yellow bile mixed with streaks of blood emerged.
In the dead of night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. I rummaged through the depths of my wardrobe and found a shirt worn by Long Qi. The faint scent of cologne still lingered on the fabric, and holding it close felt as if his warmth remained.
I picked up my phone, intending to send him a message, but hesitated at the input screen. In the end, I wrote in my notes: "My Guardian, I miss you so much. When will you return?" My finger hovered over the delete key when Xiao He rushed in, "Miss Jin Qing, I heard some noise. Are you okay?"
I put down my phone and forced a smile at the screen. "It's nothing; I'm just writing in my diary." She looked at me, hesitant to speak. I must have frightened her with my appearance.
"Xiao He, weren't you worried that I would hurt my health by not eating? Let's go out for dim sum tomorrow. Can you ask Mr. Song if I can go out now?"
While my world was in turmoil, the market outside remained bustling as usual, filled with chatter and long lines at the dim sum shops. In front of me stood a man in a dark gray suit holding several takeout boxes; his fair skin made him stand out in the crowd.
I gently tapped his shoulder. He jumped in surprise and looked at me incredulously. "Jiang, Miss Jiang, is that really you? How have you lost so much weight?"
Encountering Ye Minglang added a touch of brightness to these otherwise gloomy days.
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