The same city, in a place where dreams can't reach......

The JM Group Building is located in the heart of the city.

The whole building is magnificent, it is already early in the morning, the employees who worked overtime have long since left, and almost every floor is plunged into darkness, adding a sense of mystery to the building.

If you don't look closely, it's hard to spot the light from the windows on the top floor......

"JM" Group is one of the world's top 500 enterprises, and has many branches in various provinces and cities across the country and overseas countries. The group used to specialize in haute couture tailoring, and is known for its sleek and Chinese-inspired design style.

Over time, JM also got involved in the jewelry and luxury goods industry, hiring talented people at home and abroad to join in with high salaries, and its trendy designs and novel styles have made many wealthy celebrities compete for it.

A few years ago, it was even more eyeing the international market, competing in major well-known fashion exhibitions, and becoming a brand favored by many superstars.

JM's designers have won numerous awards in international competitions.

With a history of more than 50 years, the current chief executive officer of the world's top luxury brands has visited JM and has given JM a high evaluation.

There is no doubt that JM today has long since carved out a place in the international fashion scene.

The JM Building is also one of the city's landmark buildings, and the building of the headquarters of the Ann Group is far away.

The general manager's office on the forty-fifth floor.

The decoration with black as the main tone reveals the owner's calm and atmospheric style everywhere.

In the large room, a set of sofas and coffee tables imported from Germany are placed by the window, and on the easternmost side of the office is a huge ink-black bookcase neatly filled with books and documents.

In front of the bookcase, there is a well-made desk.

However, the most eye-catching thing seems to be the transparent glass case standing in the corner.

The glowing black marble floor is lit up with white light.

In the deliberately cramped space, there is still a palpable emptiness.

A grim-faced man sat on a black leather seat, the purple studs on his earlobes flickering almost bewitchingly, but the angular face could not hide the deep tiredness between his eyebrows.

Desks are stacked with mountains of folders, and computer screens are a dizzying array of numbers.

The man opened his eyes expressionlessly and opened a black folder, which was the recent investigation sent by the Interrogator earlier.

The white printer paper was neatly printed with times and places, and he hurriedly glanced at it, turned to the last page, and picked up a stack of photos.

He looked at the figure of the same person and frowned slightly.

The angle of the photograph should all be captured, on the shore of the lake, she is shrouded in a bleak blue-purple desolation;

In the classroom, she quietly looked out the window;

In the playground, she strolls alone in the sunset......

Every bright moon is so quiet that it doesn't seem to exist, even if it is frolicking with other girls, even if it is far away, he knows that in those glass-like pure eyes, he can no longer find the past he once had.

He looked at the pale pink frame next to the computer on his desk, which seemed to be a rare warm color in this room.

Because it's rare, it seems a little out of place.

Girls with long hair and bright smiles occupy half of the area of the small photo frame. However, only he knew that the blank part, the indistinguishable crease, hid the dazzling handsome boy like Apollo.

His expression was still indifferent as usual, but his right hand, which trembled slightly when he wanted to touch the picture frame, betrayed the turbulent waves in his heart at this moment.

His fingertips were less than a centimeter away from the frame, but he stopped, staring at the picture so deeply that his arm was slightly sore, and he did not touch her delicate face.

He was afraid that his existence would disturb her happiness on the other end of the other side through time, after all, Mingyue now has so little!

His long gaze was as black as ink, his thin lips were pursed forbearingly, as stubborn and helpless as an isolated child, and the dark purple light of his earlobes was inexplicably sad.

Actually, he's always been superfluous, right? Whether it is for this world, or for someone, his existence must have been dispensable from the beginning, and now it is a rotten sin!

Glancing at the figure in the photo, he lowered his eyes and closed the folder, got up and put it on the second floor of the bookshelf behind him, where the investigation report sent by the previous interrogation agency slumbered......

He took off his well-tailored black suit and threw it on the seat, his shirt of the same color to show his slender figure. He loosened the two buttons on his collar, unbuttoned his cuffs and pulled them up casually as he walked into the corner.

On the strong, powerful and beautiful arm, a shocking, narrow scar looks extremely hideous.

In front of the glass case, his eyes stopped at the scar, but the movements of his hands did not hesitate for a moment, as if a long time had passed, and he had long forgotten the pain in his bones.

Open the cabinet to reveal a wide range of wines, whiskeys, brandies, champagnes, wines, canned beers in English, and liquor in elegant white porcelain bottles......

It's like a small world wine fair.

Pulling out a bottle of whiskey and a two-thirds of the whiskey and a crystal glass, he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

After drinking a few glasses of spirits, there were more incomprehensible emotions in the originally wise and calm eyes, which seemed to be melancholy, blurred, and ignorant!

Overlooking the night view of the entire city, the so-called city that never sleeps seems to have fallen asleep.

The lights that were still on in the distance, but none of them were waiting for him, because they knew it deeply, so they would inevitably be vulnerable.

A cold and handsome face was reflected in the glass, and the tall figure was particularly lonely and lonely.

His hand holding the bottle trembled slightly, and sadness seemed to echo in the silent night.

"I'm willing to go to hell......" his voice was as soft as a lover's whisper, but his eyes were fragile to the point of coldness, "but why are you still unhappy?" ”

He stands at the height that others look up to, and even has a position that is difficult for others to achieve in their lifetimes, but who can understand what it is like to have a heart tormented like purgatory? It's not just dreaming back at midnight, it's breathing.

He laughed coldly, when did it start? Is it the beginning of life, or the moment of encounter?

Although life can't be rewound, he sadly found that even if he can do it all over again, even if he knows that the pain is so bad that he can't breathe, he still doesn't regret meeting her!

It's just that......

He closed his eyes, his hands hanging limply, and with a few crisp sounds, the wine bottle and glass shattered, and the stone floor became a mess.

It's just, what should I do with you? If staying away doesn't help, and it doesn't make you a little happier if you don't bother, then what else can I do?

Crystal tears slipped silently along the cold face, but deep inside, there lived a demon called "missing"!

The stone floor shone with countless fragile brilliance, brighter than the starry sky outside the window.