That night, Zoey sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and stroked the acoustic guitar in his arms. Outside the window, the sparse starlight is reflected in the flashy lights of the city. The shadow in the glass window, the people in front of the glass window, are all lonely.

The strings of the guitar are not flashy, but they are fresh and smooth. Zoey was hooked, and now she was completely immersed in the quiet bliss of solitude.

Two weeks ago, Zoey didn't know how to play the guitar, but after just two weeks, she was able to play the Romance of Love in its entirety.

From a long time ago, Zoey's life has been dominated by work and study. And when all the work is done with ease, the only thing that can fill the emptiness and fear is learning. Zoey always learns what she wants to learn in the shortest amount of time, whether it's a foreign language, psychology or whatever. It's an almost terrifying ability to learn.

The acoustic guitar in Zoey's arms was given to her by George two weeks ago. That day, the two of them were drinking together at a bar, and when they heard the resident singer play a song, Zoey casually said - that's good, I'm going to learn to play the guitar too. In just such a sentence, I didn't expect George to spend 19,999 yuan the next day to order a Gibson for her at the piano bank. George knew Zoey well, and he knew that there were some things that Zoey said that Zoey was more than just words.

In the company, people in the same position as Zoey are staffed with assistants, and some even have two or more assistants. But Zoey never needed an assistant. Her work has always been meticulous and hands-on. But even so, she still felt that there was too much time to fill. In the eyes of many people, including George, Zoey is a madman, a maniac who works, a madman who learns, and a madman who lives. However, no one knew what her inner world was really like. Even Zoey himself was about to forget.

What does the other Zoey look like hidden behind the gorgeous and glamorous exterior? There may be many words to describe it, but none of them are exact.

An irresponsible mother. A stepfather who gave her everything, deprived her of everything, and indirectly shaped her now, but was killed by her. These two people made Zoey what he is today.

Zoey sometimes looks for his former self in his memories, looking for the self who will innocently look at the roses and longing for love, and walk in the fallen leaves for a sad time. But every time she thinks of herself like this, she feels that it is another person in another world, and it has nothing to do with her.

"If there was a chance to be as innocent as ever until now, surely life would be different? But is it really happier than it is now? Zoey occasionally reflects on such a question. But as soon as this ridiculous question pops up in his head, Zoey's subconscious will jump out and scold himself, scold himself for being stupid, and remind himself not to dream of something that he shouldn't be dreaming of. Because that's all pointless.

Tick sound......

Zoey stopped his plucking and looked at the phone on the table with a look of disgust. Such a discordant voice broke the happiness she enjoyed alone in the quiet night. She put her guitar aside, stood up, walked to the table, and picked up her phone.

The message was sent by He Sen, a selfie photo, the content is very explicit, in the photo he and his new wife are rolling the sheets. All along, He Sen has been trying to use all possible and even extreme methods to arouse Zoey's concern for himself. Because only in this way can he find a little psychological balance. But all his tricks were in vain with Zoey.

Zoey always knew what he needed, what he didn't need, what he could and couldn't want. In Zoey's opinion, He Sen's behavior is simply naïve.

Think of He Sen, a well-dressed and well-spoken young talent in the business world, but behind his back, he used naked bed photos to attract attention. Zoey smiled coldly.

Zoey doesn't think He Sen did this because he loved himself. In her view, this is nothing more than an act of counterattack where pride meets neglect. It's just a pity that his counterattack is destined to become a joke.

Zoey temporarily blocked He Sen's message, then took off his clothes and lay down in the hot tub. Warm water slowly soothes Zoey's skin. This made her feel very comfortable.

Zoey put on his headphones and closed his eyes to listen...... In the world of meditation, it is the flowing water of Kotaro's fingertips.