Shi Lingyan had two regrets in his life that haunted him endlessly.
First, he was thousands of miles away when Tang Wu died.
Second, he divorced Shi Mei.
[Rebirth, as always a tale of pampering]
Shi Lingyan faintly seemed to smell her scent again in his memory.
A barely-there coolness, unattainable yet with a gentle curve, and the soft touch that caressed his chest muscles brought him an endless and extreme pleasure.
"Ah Ling..." A soft, sweet, and sticky voice that bewitchingly penetrated to the bone, "I miss you so much..."
Was it a dream?
But why... did it feel so real?
Shi Lingyan wrapped his arms around the undulating figure on top of him and asked in a hoarse voice, "Is it you, Tang Wu?"
The woman on him seemed to laugh, a light and seductive laugh like that of a femme fatale.
"It's me, Ah Ling, I've come back."
Shi Lingyan wanted to stay lucid, yet he couldn't help but sink into the tender softness beneath him.
In the end, he couldn't resist anymore, he flipped her over, pressing her down, calling her name over and over, "Tang Wu, Tang Wu..."
A night of indulgence.
Shi Lingyan hadn't slept so deeply in a long time.
When he opened his eyes, golden sunlight was already piercing through the windows from outside, casting its light onto the pale-colored sheets.
On the thin quilt, there were spots of mottled, dried bloodstains, startlingly conspicuous.
Shi Lingyan was slightly stunned, then lifted his eyes to see his and Tang Wu's mutual friend, Bai Yuejie, standing not far from the headboard, her face slightly pale.
As if just noticing Shi Lingyan's awakening, Bai Yuejie quickly moved her hands behind her back, looking at him as she awkwardly attempted a smile, "Brother Ling Yan, last night you..."
Shi Lingyan's brow furrowed slightly, his gaze directly meeting Bai Yuejie's, "How did you get in?"
Shi Wuzhou's villa had very comprehensive security systems.
While Tang Wu was alive, it was their world for two.
After Tang Wu died, it became his personal sanctuary.
Impenetrable to anyone.
Including Bai Yuejie.
Sensing Shi Lingyan's icy and unfriendly gaze, Bai Yuejie clutched the piece of paper in her hand tighter, her face turning a shade whiter, her heartbeat unnaturally fast, she moved her lips and truthfully said, "The door wasn't locked, so I just came straight in..."
Upon entering, she found Shi Lingyan covered in kiss marks, lying naked on the bed, although most of his body was covered by a quilt, it still couldn't hide those ambiguous traces.
And on the light brown sheet, the mottled marks were shockingly visible.
What frightened her more was the note that had been on the nightstand before and now lay in her hands.
Shi Lingyan's gaze was piercing, coldly sweeping over her, an unwelcoming chill emanating from his whole being.
Bai Yuejie was neatly dressed, her face still sporting a delicate makeup.
The scent of her perfume was faint, but entirely different from last night's.
The person from last night wasn't her.
Shi Lingyan withdrew his gaze and said coldly, "Get out."
Bai Yuejie's eyes trembled, "Brother Ling Yan, who were you with last night..."
"Don't make me say it a second time."
Bai Yuejie's face changed, and she ultimately fled the room filled with oppressive air.
As she closed the door behind her, Bai Yuejie's face was ashen as she unfolded the paper in her hand, which bore bold and elegant writing: 'Ah Ling, when you see Bai Yuejie, ask her for me: Is she finding my heart comfortable to use?'
Each stroke was filled with endless entanglement, and every hook and sweep of the letters was highly distinctive.
She knew this handwriting all too well.
It was Tang Wu's!
Bai Yuejie's hands trembled as she took out her phone, opening a text she received at three in the morning from an unknown number: Shui Ji, I'm back.
Shui Ji, this was the nickname Tang Wu used to tease her privately.
Taking apart the character for 'Jie', it was cute and unique.
In the past, Bai Yuejie found it endearing.
But now, seeing this nickname made her skin crawl.
Today was the third anniversary of Tang Wu's death.