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That night, Xiao Linxian was washing up in her room. She said that she would wear the pearl hairpin he had given her, and admire the moon with him.

She told him to wait for her in the study and not to rush her.

Bian Tong agreed.

After waiting for two hours, Bian Tong, who was in the study, was so tired that he fell asleep.

He was mentally and physically exhausted. The pain that Xiao Linxian felt was always multiplied by a hundred times on him.

He even suspected that his decision back then was wrong.

He hoped that this gift could restore everything to its original state.

He had already done his best and was really tired.

In that short dream that night, Xiao Linxian had returned to her appearance when they first met. She was wearing the pearl hairpin he had given her and his favorite green cardamom dress.

He sat on the mat in the pavilion and drank wine. She danced beside him, singing beautifully and smiling brightly.

The scene was too beautiful. He did not want to wake up.

In his sleep, he did not know that Xiao Linxian felt completely different when she put on her old clothes.

She changed a few more times, but none of them worked.

She started to go crazy and burned all her clothes. After the silk was burnt, the residue was blown up by the wind and stuck to her hair.

The thick hair that she took care of every day…

When the servant maids heard the sound and rushed over, they saw her in her most miserable state.

Her burnt hair was scattered all over the floor, and the whole room was filled with an unpleasant smell. She was only wearing a tight-fitting shirt, and her skin was covered with burnt hair.

Her skin was scalded red, but she didn’t feel any pain. She sat on the ground like she had gone crazy, holding the pearl hairpin in her hand that she could no longer wear.

Seeing that, the servant girl turned around and wanted to call Bian Tong.

At this moment, Xiao Linxian suddenly woke up and shouted at the top of her lungs, not letting them call for help.

She absolutely could not let Bian Tong see her current appearance!

But how could the servant girls listen to her? They only knew that if something happened to this crazy woman, the master would definitely blame them.

They left the room with a stunned expression and ran towards Bian Tong’s study.

No matter how much Xiao Linxian shouted from behind, no one came back.

She chased after them crazily, waving the pearl hairpin in her hand.

In the end, she tripped over something on the ground and fell to the ground. The pearl hairpin pierced her heart.

The tip of the cone of the pearl hairpin has a barbed hook…

She had a lot of hair, so the normal pearl hairpin was not strong enough. Bian Tong had specially modified it for her.

Fresh and thick blood flowed out from the barbs. By the time Bian Tong and the maids arrived, Xiao Linxian was long gone.

Later on, for a long time, Bian Tong couldn’t bear to look at women’s hair.

If he smelled the scent of burnt hair, he would vomit violently.

From the time Xiao Linxian was put into the coffin to her burial, he did not take a single look at her and did not participate in any of the steps.

“He killed her with his own hands.”

This sentence became the demon in his heart that could never be dispelled.

Mortals needed years or even decades to heal.

And he might need hundreds of years.

Later, times changed, and women no longer wore pearl hairpins.

It seemed that he could finally let her go.

Then, in the middle of the stage of the Haicheng City Dance Hall, he saw a woman standing in front of the microphone with her arms open to the audience. She was wearing a green cardamom colored tight-fitting qipao with permed wavy hair. Her white gloves reached her forearm. Her singing was captivating, and the audience was fascinated by her.

They met again that night, at the best age of her twenties.

Her smile was so bright, as if all the pain in the past was just a nightmare…

By the time Bian Tong recalled everything, a long time had passed.

Pei Huai slept a little soundly tonight, but he still did not make any sound when he got up.

He saw the document that Pei Huai had casually placed on the coffee table. There was a pen neatly placed on it.

He didn’t know if the document was important, but he took a pen from the living room.

He picked it up. The document was upside down, and the back of the last page was empty.

The pen spun a few times on his fingertips. He turned around and saw that Ms. Su’s portrait was smiling at him.

The exquisiteness of this painting was inspired by the world famous painting, Mona Lisa’s Smile.

No matter which angle you looked at it from, the woman in the painting always seemed to be smiling at you.

But being stared and smiled at by Ms. Su Ji, he was afraid that only Pei Huai would find it interesting.

Bian Tong smiled and started writing on the paper.

His handwriting was beautiful in any font.

Bian Tong filled half a page.

After he finished writing, he picked it up and looked at it. A few seconds later, he flicked his finger on it, seemingly satisfied.

Pei Huai had OCD, so the distance between the top, bottom, left, and right had to be balanced.

A gust of wind suddenly blew outside the window. Aunt Gong, who had been sleeping for a while, came out of the room with a coat draped over her.

Seeing that Bian Tong was about to leave, she held the coat on her shoulders and whispered with concern, “I’ll prepare a guest room for you, sir. It seems like it’s going to rain outside. Don’t leave tonight.”

Bian Tong calmly flipped the document in his hand from the front to the back a few pages, covering the small part he had written, and then throwing it back onto the coffee table.

He smiled and said, “it’s okay. I’ve long heard that there isn’t even a bed in the guest room of this apartment.”

Aunt Gong felt awkward for a moment.

Wasn’t there a room with a bay window…

The bay window was quite big…

Bian Tong moved away from her and his gaze fell on the green jacket she was wearing for a few seconds.

“This dress…it looks pretty good.”

Aunt Gong paused and looked down at herself. She smiled embarrassedly. “I’m already so old. It’s the same no matter what I wear. It doesn’t matter if it looks good or not.”

“Not true.” Bian Tong opened the door. Before he left, he said, “it suits you.”

Aunt Gong was confused.

He seemed to be praising her, but it also seemed like he wasn’t.

The wind outside was blowing wildly. When Bian Tong left the building, a thunderbolt struck his feet, lighting up his vision for a second. Then, it began to rain heavily.

The weather forecast did not mention a rainstorm.

It was overwhelming.

The night in A City was in silent mode.

Bian Tong remained silent for a few seconds.

Karma came a little too quickly…

Give him some time to prepare…

In the apartment on the second floor, Aunt Gong closed the living room window. The last gust of wind that squeezed in blew a few pages of the documents on the coffee table.

It happened to be the few pages that Bian Tong had casually flipped to the back to cover up.

Aunt Gong added a thick blanket for Pei Huai, quietly turned off the lights, and returned to her room.

On the page of the contract, what Bian Tong had written was revealed.

The first line read, “I found out how to get Ms. Su Ji back..”