(a)

Sometimes, as a narrator, I will break away from the story and stay in the turbulence of various thoughts, and make some kind of mystical and mystical discourse.

But as a storyteller, I'll come back eventually.

In fact, to be there, to be able to come back here.

If it's not to live here, why think so deeply?

Longing for the other shore is precisely to settle down on this shore, and it is precisely to be able to understand: the so-called this shore is not actually this shore, but the other shore.

After the beginning of this story, people kept telling me that the love between the hero and heroine was too hard, and they wanted me to write a happy ending for the whole story.

In order to repay the readers who followed the story all the way, and the people who warmed us along the way, I will write a relatively happy ending.

However, everyone must be clear-minded, in this world, it is impossible to find any happy ending, everything is flawed, and it is difficult to be perfect.

However, if we can clearly understand that there is no perfection in the red dust, settle down in the current ending, and no longer have other expectations, then all endings will become happy endings.

(b)

The arrival of happiness, as well as the arrival of misfortune, are equally sudden.

It's like death, it often strikes when you're not prepared at all.

Throughout my life as Esabelle Chen, I was a well-known collector. Premises like Southby's auction house are places I frequent.

I've participated in many auctions around the world, but I never imagined that I would be happy at such an event.

That year, I was 39 years old, still single and unmarried, in fact, I didn't plan to get married again, and I didn't plan to meet any boyfriends again.

Compared with the decline of love, my career is thriving, and I have taken on the responsibility of successor in my father's business empire. I became the Executive Director and CEO of the Group.

Now, I understand the rules of the game in the business world and how to use the power of wealth to influence the world. Of course, try to give it a good influence.

I never forgot the amulet, and I knew that if I could get it, the door of time that had been closed for a long time would open again.

After about 8 months of planning and operation, I created an opportunity for myself to retrieve the amulet.

Here's how it went: I gained control of a large collection of priceless Oriental antiques through a series of connected transactions, and then donated this large collection of antiques to the H History Museum in the name of a foundation, which was the largest donation ever received by the H Museum, and the whole country was thrilled with it, but no one knew that the actual donor was me.

The imminent handover of a large number of valuable and demanding new collections immediately raises new problems.

The H Museum had to undergo an emergency expansion, and the emergency expansion required quick funding.

While they were raising their funds, I made a financing proposal to them through the major banking groups that they served: to get the funds they needed by transferring part of the collection to private museums.

Then I made a professional recommendation to them through a well-known auction house in which I held shares.

When this suggestion was finally approved, the amulet was included in the list of transfers as a non-important but representative collection.

Then I received a notice from the auction house inviting me to participate in this auction.

And so, after a big turn, I showed up at auction and became one of the candidates who could have your amulet without a trace.

I'm almost 12 percent sure I can make it.

Because I've decided that even if I break the bank, I must buy it back!

I don't believe that anyone would have the same determination as me to get such a small object, which is not particularly valuable as a relic.

(c)

; On the day of the auction, I dressed myself up as if I were attending a formal banquet.

After the divorce, I never had a lover again, and I never considered getting married again, so I never dressed up so seriously.

But today is different. Today is the day I reunite with that amulet.

Since I took it off my neck in the carriage on the mountain road to Enjukuji Temple and returned it to you, I have been separated from it for so long since I reached through the glass display case in the exhibition hall of the Ancient Battlefield Ruins Exhibition Hall and grabbed it in my hand.

The thought of being able to hold it again in my hand soon made me feel an indescribable excitement, and a slight shiver welled up in my body.

I want to welcome this extraordinary day as brightly as possible. Although the person I want to shine on has disappeared into the past, and has not yet appeared in the present.

I am well aware of this fact, but now, neither time nor death can prevent me from "pleasing myself."

After my makeup, I put on a Victorian hat with a black veil.

I looked at myself behind the veil in the mirror.

The makeup artist also looked at what I looked like in the mirror.

She was deeply bewildered, and couldn't understand why I didn't want anyone to see the results of the grooming after such a grand retouching.

Under the bewildered gaze of the makeup artist, I left the residence and went to the place where I met again with the amulet, feeling like the old Qin'er praying for your safe return, and the old idealism waiting for you to ride a bicycle on the way home from school.

(iv)

When I walked into this auction house of my own making, it felt like God had come to this planet that I had created.

As I entered the hall along the passageway, many familiar people stood up and greeted me.

I shook hands with the acquaintances I met one by one, and gently hugged and greeted the major shareholders of the auction house who were waiting in front of the VIP seats.

As I took my seat in the designated front seat, my heart suddenly jumped wildly, and I felt like blood was surging all over my body, and my breathing was strained, and it was a little difficult to control myself.

In the midst of this disappointment, my nine-inch-tall stiletto heels somehow seemed to have stepped on the leather shoes of a gentleman next to me.

The heel stepped into his upper like a sharp spike.

I felt his shoe face collapse underneath, and his foot reflexively shrank backwards.

I came to my senses and quickly apologized to him, and he smiled and said it didn't matter.

As he smiled and spoke to me, I gave him a slight look.

This gentleman was about forty-five years old, tall, with dark skin and white teeth, and his appearance was particularly dignified and handsome, and his smile made people feel warm and friendly.

He is fluent in English, but with a distinctly N accent, he appears to be a native of N country.

Since he was seated in the same row as me, he must have a unique status in the local area, and he is also an important customer of the auction house, and a frequent visitor to the collectibles acquisition market.

However, at that time, my mind was preoccupied with the amulet that was about to appear, and my awareness of my surroundings ended there.

When I sat down, my mind returned to the amulet.

Everything around is gone.