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The coastal highway was deserted late at night.

The salty sea breeze howled wildly in my ears, and the waves crashed tirelessly against the rocks in the distant darkness, producing a deafening roar.

Jiang Ye lay on the fuel tank and twisted the accelerator pedal all the way to the floor.

The hands on the dial climbed wildly upwards.

120...150...180...

He tried to clear his mind of his raging brain with this extreme speed and the adrenaline rush.

The gale was tearing at his cycling clothes, as if trying to throw him off the bike.

However, no matter how fast he rode, those images in his mind just wouldn't go away.

He recalled Shen Qinghan squatting on the ground, holding the imperfect strawberry cake, humbly saying "Happy Birthday".

He recalled Xia Yu curled up on the sofa, sweating profusely from the pain, yet clutching his hand tightly, crying and asking, "Can we start over?"

He recalled Han Qingru standing in the rain, holding back her tears, pushing him away and saying, "Xia Yu is more suitable for you than me."

The faces of these three women kept intertwining and overlapping in his mind.

Jiang Ye roared loudly inside his helmet, braving the fierce wind.

He kept asking himself the same question.

What kind of life do I really want?

Why do I work so hard to earn money and climb the ladder of success?

What exactly is the "Cloud Wilderness Realm" that I have been searching for so desperately?

Is it a farmhouse courtyard far from the hustle and bustle, full of the warmth of everyday life, where you can drink a bowl of hot soup every day?

Or is it a business empire standing at the top of the pyramid, overlooking the world and controlling hundreds of billions of dollars in capital?

The motorcycle sped along the dark coastline like a solitary black lightning bolt, cleaving through the night and heading towards the unknown distance.

. . .

Jiang Ye has been cycling along the coastal highway for three consecutive days.

For the past three days, he hasn't checked his phone, nor has he paid any attention to the messy business reports and emotional entanglements in Hanju. Every day, the first thing he does upon waking is to twist the accelerator, listen to the wind whistling in his ears, and watch the endless coastline stretch out before him.

That evening, the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the entire sea surface a magnificent orange-red.

Jiang Ye parked his dusty BMW GS next to a secluded seaside gas station. The place was completely deserted, with only an old gas pump and a small water shop nearby.

He strode off the bike, took off his black carbon fiber helmet, and casually hung it on the handlebars. The sea breeze blew by, carrying a strong, salty smell, and ruffled the stray hairs on his forehead.

Jiang Ye went to the convenience store, bought a bottle of chilled mineral water, unscrewed the cap, tilted his head back, and gulped it down. The icy liquid flowed down his throat into his stomach, instantly dispelling the fatigue and heat of a whole day of cycling.

Just as he was drinking water, a sharp engine roar suddenly came from the distant highway.

"Boom—buzzing!"

The sound was extremely violent, with a sense of oppressive force that seemed to tear the air apart; it was definitely not something an ordinary motorcycle could produce.

Jiang Ye subconsciously turned his head and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

A bright red heavy motorcycle, like a burning flame, was rapidly approaching the coastline at an astonishing speed.

"squeak--!"

With a screeching sound of brakes, the tires left a black mark on the rough asphalt. The bright red Ducati V4 came to a smooth stop next to his BMW GS.

Jiang Ye frowned slightly as he examined the expensive performance monster.

The driver turned off the engine, slowly raised his hands, unfastened the helmet buckle, and then suddenly ripped off the black full-face helmet.

The next second, a head of long, black, wavy hair danced wildly in the sea breeze.

Jiang Ye's hand holding the mineral water bottle suddenly stiffened, and he froze on the spot.

It was Xia Yu!

At this moment, Xia Yu was completely different from the aloof and powerful female CEO she usually dressed in the office building.

She wore a tight-fitting black leather motorcycle jacket that perfectly accentuated her curvaceous figure. Her long legs were encased in leather pants, and she wore black motorcycle boots, exuding a wild and deadly allure.

She was panting heavily, her fair cheeks flushed from the long ride.

Xia Yu placed her helmet on the fuel tank, her beautiful peach blossom eyes fixed intently on Jiang Ye. Her eyes were slightly red, revealing a stubborn defiance and a burning intensity that seemed to melt anyone's heart.

Jiang Ye looked completely bewildered.

He never imagined that this woman, who valued her work more than her life, would appear on a remote beach thousands of kilometers away from Hanzhou! Moreover, she was riding the same Ducati V4 as Han Qingru!

It turned out that Xia Yu panicked completely after learning that Jiang Ye had gone on a motorcycle trip alone. She canceled all her company meetings, secretly went to get her motorcycle license, bought the Ducati outright, and then recklessly chased after him using her phone's GPS tracking.

"Jiang Ye, do you think you can escape?"

Xia Yu strode forward, step by step, to Jiang Ye. She tilted her head back, the tears welling in her eyes glistening in the setting sun, yet her tone was undeniably domineering.

"Weren't you looking for the Cloud Wasteland?"

"I'll help you look!"

"Don't even think about leaving me alone in Hanju to face those cold, hard reports!"

Looking at the female CEO who was willing to risk her life and chase after him madly, and listening to her unreasonable yet affectionate declaration, Jiang Ye's heart began to pound uncontrollably.

"Thump! Thump!"

His heartbeat echoed in his chest, making his eardrums tingle.

He looked at Xia Yu's stubborn face, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Night fell quickly, and the temperature at the beach dropped sharply.

Instead of continuing their journey, the two set up their tent on a vacant beach not far from the gas station.

Jiang Ye went to the nearby woods to collect some dry branches and started a campfire on the beach. The orange flames danced in the sea breeze, crackling and burning, dispelling the surrounding darkness and chill.

The sea breeze was cool, and the waves lapped against the beach again and again, making a splashing sound.

Xia Yu took off her heavy motorcycle leather jacket, revealing herself to be wearing only a simple white T-shirt and denim shorts. She sat by the fire, makeup-free and without makeup, holding a can of chilled beer she had just bought from the convenience store.

Without her elaborate makeup and the armor of a female CEO, Xia Yu now looks like an ordinary girl next door, exuding a vulnerability that evokes sympathy.

Xia Yu pulled the tab on the can, tilted his head back, and gulped down a large mouthful of beer.

Under the influence of alcohol and accompanied by the sound of waves crashing in her ears, Xia Yu completely let down her guard and disguise.

She watched the leaping campfire, tears silently streaming down her cheeks.

"Jiang Ye, do you think I'm particularly selfish and materialistic?"

Xia Yu's voice was a little hoarse, with a strong nasal tone.