Lin Muci was unaware that after Ling Qianhe left the villa, he was supposed to attend an event.
However, after much deliberation, he called his agent, Chen Fei.
"Sister Fei, please cancel that event for me."
Chen Fei was startled. "What's wrong? You'll have to pay a hefty cancellation fee."
Ling Qianhe said, "Then I'll pay the hefty cancellation fee. I have more important things to do."
Chen Fei could hear the stubbornness in Ling Qianhe's tone. Furthermore, having worked with Ling Qianhe for so long, she knew that once he made up his mind, nothing could sway him.
So, Chen Fei could only sigh. "Alright, then."
Ling Qianhe turned and headed towards the abandoned warehouse that Lin Muci had mentioned.
The young man's eyes were filled with intense anger.
"Damn it. Even knowing that sister is a liar... I still, damn it, wanted to believe her one more time."
Five years had passed. This area had undergone much demolition and reconstruction, losing its former appearance. However, Ling Qianhe clearly remembered the location of the warehouse!
He gritted his teeth and strode in.
Inside the abandoned warehouse, Ling Qianhe rummaged through the old lumber and planks. He found what he was looking for: a dusty box. He opened it. Inside was a guitar and a letter!
A letter for Little He!
Little He, Muci's sister is leaving. Muci's sister worked for a full half-year to get you this acoustic guitar handcrafted by an Austrian master. Little He, you must cherish it. Little He will find the guitar, right? After all, Little He really likes coming here. I know Little He's past ten-plus years have been painful. I'm so sorry that I met Little He so late. My abilities are too weak now, I can't protect Little He yet. I can only make an exchange with Mrs. Ling, so that Little He can stay at the orphanage and not be sent to jail by Mrs. Ling. I sought out Feng Yuting and married him to get his help, so that Little He could be safe. Mmm, Little He, do you know, the adult world is really complicated. Leaving you doesn't mean I don't like you. It's just that I hope everything is well with you. I hope you can live better than anyone else, that you can unleash your talents freely. I hope you can become a good person, upright and happy. Little He, I hope you are happy. That makes me happy. Alright, no more sentimental words. When Little He truly becomes an outstanding adult, we will meet again. Lin Muci. Oh, and one last thing. Little He is the prettiest and most handsome younger brother I've ever seen! I really like you!
Ling Qianhe's expression changed. He had installed a temperature monitor on Lin Muci! This was because he had been too rough with Lin Muci before, and she had a high fever that wouldn't subside. He didn't say it, but he was filled with lingering fear. That's why he installed the temperature monitor. But now, how could the temperature reading suddenly become zero?
Ling Qianhe gasped! He sped back. "Impossible! Absolutely impossible..."
"It must be that Lin Muci escaped, yes! It must be! Lin Muci ran away! Lin Muci, she won't be in trouble. Isn't running away her specialty? She definitely won't be in trouble, how could she be in trouble?"
Tears streamed down Ling Qianhe's face as he gritted his teeth, convinced that Lin Muci would absolutely not be in trouble!
Ling Qianhe was crying! Big, fat tears rolled down his cheeks. In the villa's basement! He stared blankly at the doll before him. The doll was already shattered. Broken into pieces! He looked at the doll, almost unable to believe it. Was his Muci sister just like this, broken? He lunged forward! Trying to piece together the shattered doll. But it was all in vain. The doll was in pieces, and no matter how he tried, he couldn't put it back together. Ling Qianhe sobbed. "Muci sister? I didn't mean to hurt you. I just didn't want you to leave me again." The young man sobbed and cried. His tears fell like pearls from a broken string, continuously dripping down his cheeks, his voice choked with emotion. "Please, can you come back?" He wished this was just a dream. The shattered doll, his fingertips brushed over the cracked face, caressed the tightly closed eyes, his tears fell like giant pearls. He hugged the broken doll and whispered, "Wake up. Can we be together forever? Little He won't dare to bully you anymore... Little He promises, I won't make you angry again. As long as you wake up, I'll do anything you want." His voice grew weaker, the young man murmured, "Muci sister... Little He truly loves you!"
For three full days, Ling Qianhe didn't eat, drink, or speak. He also didn't show up for his scheduled work. When his agent, Chen Fei, arrived at Ling Qianhe's villa, she was greatly shocked! The delicate and beautiful young man was now unshaven, his eyes bloodshot and filled with redness. Looking at Ling Qianhe like this, Chen Fei could hardly believe this was the impossibly beautiful youth. How could Ling Qianhe have become like this?
"Qianhe? What's wrong? Your fans are all waiting for you!"
Ling Qianhe looked up, his voice almost choked, his tone hoarse. He said, "She's gone... She's broken... Sister Chen Fei, I lost her, she's never coming back!"
Chen Fei was startled. She had no idea who "she" was that Ling Qianhe was referring to. "Who are you talking about? Your assistant, Lin Muci?"
The young man before her let out a pained roar, like a wild beast! "I lost her!"
Chen Fei didn't understand at all. "Little He? What's wrong with you? There are so many people waiting for you outside, you still have a lot of work to do..."
Her gaze swept over the young man's body, and her pupils suddenly widened! Then she gasped and took a few steps forward, grabbing the young man's wrist, her voice filled with disbelief! "You harmed yourself? Ling Qianhe, are you crazy? What happened that's making you hurt yourself like this?"
The young man's delicate face was filled with a lost and bewildered expression, and the deep wounds on his wrists looked shocking! Chen Fei looked at the cuts on his wrists, clearly made with a small knife. They were bleeding profusely! The crisscrossing scars were deep enough to see the bone! Chen Fei's breathing quickened. "Are you crazy? Ling Qianhe, no person or thing is worth you hurting yourself like this!"
Ling Qianhe's eyes were vacant. He seemed to have lost his soul. Chen Fei saw Ling Qianhe crying. Tears flowed like pearls from a broken string. Such a delicate, such a beautiful boy. Tears rolled down his face. Chen Fei stared blankly at his face and heard him say, "I lost Muci! She's not coming back!"