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On a weekend evening, the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the clouds on the horizon a large expanse of orange-red.

Jiang Ye drove his black Rolls-Royce Phantom, carrying Han Qingru, out of the bustling city of Hanzhou and headed towards the renovated old house in the countryside.

In the early autumn mountains, the air already carries a slight chill, but it is exceptionally fresh, mixed with the fragrance of soil and fallen leaves.

The car came to a smooth stop outside the gate of the old house.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, everything in the courtyard seemed so peaceful and serene. The leaves on the grape trellis were beginning to turn yellow, and several bunches of ripe purple grapes hung heavily on the branches.

Jiang Ye took some charcoal and sweet potatoes out of the trunk of the car and lit a charcoal fire under the grape trellis in the center of the yard.

The bright red charcoal fire quickly dispelled the chill of early autumn.

Han Qingru changed into a soft and comfortable set of home clothes, holding two exquisite white porcelain bowls in her hands, filled with the homemade rice wine that Lao Yu had specially delivered a few days ago.

The two sat side by side on wicker lounge chairs under the grape trellis.

The sweet potatoes sizzled and emitted an enticing sweet aroma as they roasted over charcoal.

Jiang Ye accepted the rice wine offered by Han Qingru and gently clinked glasses with her.

"Big sister, have a taste. Old Yu's cooking is amazing. It's not very strong, but it has a long-lasting effect," Jiang Ye said with a smile.

Han Qingru took a small sip. The rice wine was sweet and had a rich aroma of glutinous rice. It slid down her throat and a warm feeling rose in her stomach.

Under the slight intoxication of alcohol, a captivating blush gradually spread across Han Qingru's usually dignified and aloof face. Her eyes became somewhat hazy, like a languid cat gently leaning against Jiang Ye's broad shoulder.

The courtyard was quiet, with only the crackling of burning charcoal and the tireless chirping of autumn insects in the grass.

Han Qingru closed her eyes, feeling the warmth emanating from Jiang Ye's body, exuding an extreme languor and charm. In this courtyard far from the hustle and bustle of the city, she completely let down her guard and pretense as the female chairman of a multi-billion-dollar conglomerate.

Jiang Ye turned his head and looked at the woman in his arms who was completely unguarded and had given him her whole heart and soul.

Looking at her trembling long eyelashes and her red lips that looked especially beautiful because of her slight intoxication, Jiang Ye's love could no longer be suppressed and erupted like a volcano.

He reached out and gently cupped Han Qingru's cheeks.

Han Qingru slowly opened her eyes. In her beautiful peach blossom eyes, the flickering firelight was reflected, as was Jiang Ye's eyes, which were filled with burning emotions.

Jiang Ye lowered his head and kissed Han Qingru's red lips deeply.

This time, Han Qingru did not feel inferior or withdrawn because of the five-year age difference, as she had before.

She stretched out her arms and wrapped them tightly around Jiang Ye's neck, responding passionately to his demands.

The sweetness of the rice wine spread between their lips and teeth.

The kiss, which began as a gentle probing, gradually grew passionate and profound.

Jiang Ye scooped Han Qingru up from the recliner. Han Qingru gasped and instinctively wrapped her legs around Jiang Ye's waist.

The two of them, still tightly embracing and kissing, stumbled and staggered their way from under the grape trellis in the yard into the warm bedroom.

On an early autumn night, they spent an incredibly pleasant weekend in this old house filled with memories. There were no worries about work, no outside disturbances, only two hearts completely intertwined.

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With the steady progress of the "Cloud Wilderness Metaverse" project, SKY SOUL, an anonymous social networking app under Huaxia Cultural Tourism, has ushered in a major version update.

One of the most eye-catching new features is called "Time Capsule".

Users can record a five-minute anonymous voice message in this feature to tell their story and express their pain, and then send it randomly to someone in the software, like a message in a bottle.

late at night.

In a dark and damp basement rental room in the old town of Hanju.

After a long day of work at the flower shop, Shen Qinghan, exhausted, pushed open the dilapidated wooden door.

The rented room had no heating and was freezing cold.

Shen Qinghan didn't even turn on the light, and collapsed directly onto the hard single bed.

By the dim light of the streetlamp streaming in through the window, she looked at her hands, rough and covered in scars. The wounds from the rose thorns she'd inflicted at the flower shop earlier that day were now throbbing with pain.

At this moment, in the quiet solitude of the night, the regret in her heart and her frantic longing for Jiang Ye overwhelmed her like a tidal wave bursting its banks.

She remembered that back in the Shen family villa, no matter how late she came home, Jiang Ye would always leave a light on for her, and her favorite soup would always be kept warm in the kitchen.

Now, all that awaits her is the coldness and darkness of this room.

With trembling hands, Shen Qinghan pulled out the old cell phone with a cracked screen from his pocket.

She opened the SKY SOUL software.

In this virtual world where no one knows her, in this corner where there's no need to pretend to be strong, Shen Qinghan opened the "Time Tree Hole" function and pressed the record button.

She didn't cry hysterically like before, nor did she complain about the injustice of fate.

She spoke slowly into the phone microphone in a very calm, almost suffocatingly calm, and broken voice:

"I once had the best man in the world."

"He would cook three dishes and a soup for me every day, and he would remember all my preferences. He would stay up all night to watch over me when I was sick."

"But I was too vain, too foolish. I took his efforts for granted, I trampled on his dignity, and I lost him with my own hands."

"Now, he has become a star that others look up to, while I have become a piece of trash that even I find disgusting."

"What I look forward to most every day is hiding behind the glass door on the street corner and secretly catching a glimpse of my daughter. Watching her hold someone's hand and call them 'Mom'..."

"I regret it so much, I really regret it. If I could do it all over again, I would give up all my lifespan now to have him cook me another meal..."

This five-minute audio recording is now complete.

Shen Qinghan pressed the send button.

System notification: Your "Time Capsule" has been randomly sent to a destined person.

Shen Qinghan put down her phone, buried her head deep in the cold blankets, and cried silently.

The gears of fate sometimes turn in such coincidences that they seem cruel.

This anonymous voice message, carrying all of Shen Qinghan's regret and despair, was accurately pushed to Jiang Ye's phone background, which was testing a new feature, after undergoing complex algorithm matching in the SKY SOUL backend.

at this time.

The lights were still on in the president's office of Kunlun Capital late at night.

Jiang Ye sat in a large boss's chair, wearing a pair of top-of-the-line noise-canceling headphones, personally reviewing user feedback on the new "Time Tree Hole" feature.

When he casually clicked on the anonymous voice message pushed to him from the background.

I only listened to the first three seconds.

Jiang Ye's fingers, which were typing on the keyboard, suddenly froze.

Although the voice had undergone slight voice-changing processing by the software, making it sound somewhat distorted, the ingrained speaking habits, the details of the "three dishes and one soup" described between the lines, and the unique pauses and intonations that belonged only to Shen Qinghan remained vivid.

Jiang Ye recognized Shen Qinghan's voice instantly!