The dazzling light emitted from the crystal chandelier hanging overhead.
Everything in the room was illuminated.
Xiangsi’s body didn’t move; she just lowered her eyes, trying hard to adjust to the light.
A white ceiling, white walls, white sheets...
Everything was unfamiliar.
After almost a minute, Xiangsi slowly sat up.
Her body was still responsive.
When she looked down, Xiangsi realized she was wearing a white dress.
Getting off the bed, she saw white slippers.
Even the floor was white.
Surrounded by white, Xiangsi couldn’t help but frown.
"Am I... dead?"
This place really looked like heaven.
Muttering to herself, Xiangsi took a couple of steps, trying to find the room’s exit.
She had just walked halfway when she heard a ding, like the sound of a new email arriving.
Instinctively, she turned her eyes and indeed found, in a corner, a white table, a white chair, and a white laptop.
Before she could think whether to approach, her feet had already moved.
Sitting down in front of the computer, she imdiately saw an email pop up on the white desktop.
Both the sender and recipient were unfamiliar email addresses, Xiangsi only glanced at them briefly until she saw the email’s title...
[Tracking Report 5 about Emperor President Xing Chen]
... related to Xing Chen??
Xiangsi’s eyes deepened, and without any hesitation, she clicked open the email.
As the title suggested, the content revolved around the tracking investigation of Xing Chen.
In the past five days, from Xiangsi’s dive into the sea until now, everything about Xing Chen that could be found was detailed in the email.
Xiangsi read every word carefully.
By the ti she finished reading the last word, her face was already covered in tears.
Just from the few sentences written by the reporter, she could see how heartbroken Xing Chen was after she left...
He even ended up in the hospital, surviving on a nutrient drip!
Just then, a low male voice, carrying a unique maturity and stability, suddenly ca to Xiangsi’s ears.
"Just one email, and you’re crying like this? Looks like your body is not in much trouble."
This voice was very unfamiliar.
Xiangsi’s body stiffened and she abruptly looked up, eting the eyes of a man in a high-end, custom-made Armani double-breasted suit.
He had a tall, lean, and well-shaped body, perfectly accentuated by the deep blue suit.
In his chest pocket was a neatly folded Milan-colored pocket square.
It was evident that this person was very refined, his attire highly formal.
As he walked closer, Xiangsi finally saw his face clearly.
Very unfamiliar, yet strikingly handso!
His features weren’t as deep-set as Xing Chen’s; he looked more like an Asian.
His eyes were also a deep tea color, with a sharpness and clarity that rivaled Xing Chen’s.
"Who are you?" Ran Xiangsi studied him, frowning tightly.
Was this completely unfamiliar person the one who saved her?
Or, like her, had he also died, and this was really heaven?
After being unconscious for five days and suddenly waking up, Xiangsi found it hard to distinguish between reality and illusion.
The man walked closer and suddenly stopped, habitually placing one hand in his trouser pocket, looking down at her, sowhat wistful.
"I have so personal matters to attend to. L.S, you’ve grown up, go and see where you were born. In a few years, once things are settled, I will co back to check if your coding speed has improved."
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