Chapter 9: Is It Her?

In the dimly lit corner, the car slowly stopped.

The window slowly opened, revealing a man's face.

In the dim light, I can't see much of his appearance, but I can see that the man is handsome and extraordinary.

Shi Yiming looked at the back of Sheng Wan's departure, and the light in his eyes was dim.

There is a kind of haze on the handsome face.

He watched Sheng Wan walk until he disappeared from his sight, his eyes thoughtful.

Suddenly, the corners of his mouth curled, as if laughing at himself.

He was sarcastic about the stupid thoughts in his head. How could it be her?

For so many years, he liked to look at the back like hers, watching, and not moving. Because it moved, it couldn't be her, but it only increased the sadness in my heart.

knew that it wasn't her, but he couldn't get over this hurdle in his heart no matter what.

For so many years, this ruthless woman has been gone for so many years, and there is no news, and I don't know when she will return to China.

It is said that after a long time, the feelings will fade.

However, no matter what, her feelings in her heart have never faded.

The more I miss it, the more painful it becomes.

Shi Yiming became more and more irritable, picked up a cigarette, and lit it.

The dark face was shrouded in white smoke, and it was a little distorted.

Sheng Wan seemed to sense that someone was watching her, and when she turned her head, there was no one.

Sheng Wan took the elevator to the floor, pressed his fingerprint, and walked into his home.

The family is still the same as it was six years ago, no change.

Not many people know about this apartment, and the fingerprints are only recorded by two people.

This was left to Sheng Wan by Sheng Wan's mother, even Sheng Wan's father didn't know.

The house is still big and has everything you need. Sheng Wan loved that the house had a big observation deck, all glass, and a swimming pool.

Watching the scenery on the upper floors and resting by the way is particularly beautiful and pleasant.

Sheng Wan reclined on the sofa and looked at the scenery.

Compared to the cold mansion, this place is like home.

The phone screen suddenly lit up with a message.

Fiancé: How's it going?

SW: Hmm. OK.

Fiancé: You haven't been to China in years.

SW: Yiqi, is there anything you want me to do?

Fiancé: No. Just, pleasantly.

sw:bye.

Fiancé: Good Bye.

Sheng Wan smiled, and it was rare to relax in my heart that had been bored.

Her fiancé's name is Bai Yiqi, Chinese-American, mixed-race. The two also get along very well.

It was late, Sheng Wan rubbed his head, got up and went to his room, and turned off all the lights.

Only the bright sparks in the sky remained.

The neon lights are still flashing, and the night really begins.

The darkness of the room, which seemed unoccupied, confused his eyes.

Sheng Wan's eyes widened, and it was pitch black in front of him, as if he had closed his eyes.

She loves the night, the night is the source of sin, and besides, the night can't see anything, wandering in the unknown, fear, heartbeat.

Moreover, the darkness of the night can make people forget many things for a while, and escape from them all for a while.

Besides, it's quiet in the dark, and only you know what you're doing.

Best for a person to lick a wound alone.

Or a person who is silent, silently thinking about life.

Sheng Wan felt a little sad in her heart, for so many years, she had lived alone, in the dark night, in a foreign country where she was unfamiliar.

Either reading a book, or working on a file, or sipping wine alone in your free time, alone in a daze,

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and looking down, looking at the bustling city, I already feel the loneliness of being alone.