"Don't, don't......" Jura woke up from her nightmare, she opened her eyes sharply, looking into the dark and quiet room, sweat soaking through her clothes, her breathing was drowsy.

I don't know how many days and nights, Jura had the same dream every day, the picture of that day jumping from the top of the mountain to the cliff in despair, it kept appearing in his dreams, haunting him.

The dream truly presents the scene at that time, like a dream but not a dream.

Jura rubbed her temples with her hands, shook her sweat-soaked hair, lifted the quilt, got up from the bed, and walked to the window to look out at the night scene.

She quietly looked at the fountain in the distance, and the night was shrouded in the dim light, adding a mysterious color to the otherwise silent night.

The night breeze outside the window made Jura shiver, she woke up, looked up at the clock in the house, she sighed, unaware that she had been standing in front of the window for so long.

Jura turned and walked to the bathroom, where she washed off her cold sweat and walked out of the house in her pajamas.

Jura walked down the stairs, and late at night, the servants were all asleep, and the only sound of her own footsteps was in the room.

She opened the door and walked out, the night breeze making Jura shiver, she hugged her body, reached out and pulled her pajamas tight, and walked towards the garden seat.

She walked slowly along the garden, and for many days and nights, Jura walked like this, and whenever she was awakened by nightmares, she would sit on the wooden bench in the garden and look into the distance, only then would she forget the pain.

Jura sat on the stool, her hands on the stool's chair, looking at the sparks in the distance.

Balk stood behind Jura, quietly looking at her side face in a trance.

He sighed in his heart, five years, time flies so fast, five years in a flash, five years, so that Jura has changed from an ignorant girl to a cold and silent actress.

Balk didn't know if it was right or wrong to do that, when he renamed Jura to make her happier, simpler, but she became more and more aloof, more and more reticent.

How many nights did Balk sit quietly in the garden like a sculpture at the slender figure, looking at the slender figure, for hours at a time, until dawn.

Balk put the shawl on Jura's shoulder, reached out and patted her back, and slowly spoke, "Another nightmare?"

Jura was silent, she always maintained the same posture as before, looking into the distance.

Balk sat beside Jura and opened his mouth to break the silence, he took Jura's hand and put it on his own, and said in a cold voice: "Zula, after all these years, you still can't forget the past, why do you have to close yourself in that painful memory, can't you try to come out?"

Jura listened to Balk's words, turned around, her eyes were dilated, she stared at the ground without focus, and slowly spoke: "Some people, some things, are not something you can forget if you want to......"

Balk looked at the sadness that Jura tried his best to hide in his eyes, but he barely showed a bitter smile on his face, he was slightly distressed, sighed, reached out to hug Jura into his arms, patted her back, and said: "Zula, I just want you to be happy, nothing else, I have now got what I want, if you want to go back, you can go back......"

Jura was surprised as she broke free from Balk's embrace and sat up straight, Jura staring into Balk's eyes to make sure what he meant.

Balk's eyes were determined, and he grabbed Jura's arms tightly with both hands, looking back into Jura's eyes.

When Jura heard the word "go back", she didn't know what to do for a while, and the scar in her heart for many years suddenly tore open at this moment, and memories rushed to her like sea water.

The painful memories replayed in her mind, and she closed her eyes tightly and breathed deeply.

After a moment of silence, Jura raised her eyes, tears under her eyes slid down the edges of her eye sockets, down her cheeks and into her mouth, Jura tasted the saltiness of tears, and the emotions that had been hidden for many years exploded in an instant, and she suddenly cried bitterly.

Balk looked at Jura, who was crying bitterly in front of him, and his brow furrowed.

I don't know how long it took for Balk to see Jura's tears, and no matter what happened over the years, Jura was strong enough to grit her teeth and survive.

Balk had seen Jura's ruthlessness, indifference, and hard work, but he hadn't seen Jura cry for a long time.

Balk frowned, and hugged Jura into his arms, letting her lean on his shoulder and weep, he comforted Jura's back, trying to ease the sadness in her heart.

Jura leaned on Balk's shoulder, weeping bitterly, she hadn't cried in a long time, she couldn't remember the last time she cried.

Jura thought that she would never cry in this life, she thought that her heart had been cultivated and there would be no more pain, and she would no longer be soft-hearted, but she thought that Balk's words would poke her tears, and all the disguised emotions would collapse after hearing the word "go back".

Jura felt as if she had cried for the past five years, she tried her best not to cry, she wanted to wipe away her tears, but found that the more she wiped it, the more she wiped it, the years of forbearance, the years of strength, turned into pain at this moment.

Over the years, although she has been in the castle, her heart has been thinking about her distant home, her mother, her brother, and asking about their news.

She didn't dare to contact them for a long time, she was afraid that everything was wrong, she was afraid that her face had changed, they didn't know each other, she was afraid that she didn't have the ability to protect them.

In the past five years, she has thrown away everything, studied hard, and worked hard to prove herself, just so that one day she can successfully counterattack back.

Last night's awards ceremony was the best proof to herself, she no longer had to worry that she was not strong enough, that she no longer had to worry that she had no resources, that she no longer had to worry about her lack of acting skills, and that she would never ...... anymore

After a long time, Jura stopped crying, she looked up at Balk's blue eyes, and once again confirmed the truth of his words, she said cautiously, "Do you really want me to go back?"

Balk stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of Jura's eyes, his eyes were firm, and he replied with the same caution: "As long as going back can make you happy, then you can go back, don't you have a saying in China, isn't a twisted melon not sweet?"

When Jura heard Balk's broken Chinese, she suddenly burst out laughing, laughing with tears.

Jura wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, she reached out and pulled Balk's big palm, put it on her heart, and said in a deep voice: "Burke, thank you for saving me in the first place, thank you for cultivating me over the years, allowing me to go from no acting skills to an international actress, I have never said any words of gratitude to you, because I don't want to be so hypocritical, I just want to put all my gratitude to you in my heart, I ......"

Jura recalled the bits and pieces of the two together, and felt sad for a while, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

Balk stretched out his hand to wipe away Jura's tears, he smiled and looked at her cheeks, and said excitedly: "Zula, this is the first time you really cry for me, I'm very happy, besides, you just go back to China, not life and death, if I miss you, I will go to your place to find you, if, you miss me one day, you can also come back to see me, my castle gate will always be open for you......"