Shocking! The actress was dragged to the regent's bedchamber every night.

"Jiang Yue, my childhood friend, he just returned to China not long ago, he works in music," Wen Yan introduced briefly.

Jiang Yue was very tall, wearing a simple black T-shirt and cargo pants, and seemed a bit cold when he wasn't speaking.

Meeting his gaze, Su Wuli nodded.

He paused for half a second and nodded, as if to say hello.

The barbecue grill is set up, the charcoal crackles, and the aroma of meat fills the air.

Wen Yan tried to liven up the atmosphere by chatting and laughing with everyone.

Su Wuli mostly listened quietly, only answering a few words when asked a question.

Zhou Yiyang was very considerate. He would quietly refill her drink when he noticed her cup was empty, and he would also turn the grilled meat to her first.

"Sister Wuli, this beef rib is grilled just right, have a taste." Zhou Yiyang handed over a skewer.

"Thank you." Su Wuli accepted it.

I happened to see Jiang Yue across the street.

He doesn't talk much; he either listens or looks down at his phone.

But he knows how to bake things, and he has a good grasp of the heat, making them crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Su Wuli was eating beef ribs when a pair of serving chopsticks picked up two golden-brown roasted chicken wings and placed them on the plate in front of her.

"This isn't greasy." Jiang Yue said, then withdrew his hand and continued to turn over his corn.

Su Wuli was taken aback.

It wasn't because of his actions, but because of the feeling at that moment.

The kind of thing that was just thrown at you, the kind of flat tone.

A certain figure suddenly crashed into my mind.

Her fingers tightened around the bamboo skewer.

"Thank you," she said, then took a bite of the chicken wing.

It tasted good, but I couldn't really taste any flavor.

Wen Yan, who was watching from the sidelines, was talking animatedly about the funny things that happened during filming, and everyone listened and laughed.

Su Wuli was a little distracted while listening, and unconsciously wiped her lips, which were stained with oil, with her fingertips.

Almost simultaneously, an unopened pack of tissues was pushed over.

Su Wuli met his gaze, thanked him, and drew out a card.

Wen Yan said something that was particularly funny, and everyone at the table burst into laughter.

Su Wuli was also infected. The corners of her mouth had just curved into a slight smile when she inadvertently raised her gaze and happened to meet Jiang Yue's eyes on the other side.

He didn't know when he had seen it.

There was no smile; his pupils reflected the flickering embers.

Su Wuli paused, her smile freezing on her lips before slowly fading away.

After Wen Yan finished speaking, she leaned over and asked.

"Mist Pear, would you like anything else? I'll have Jiang Yue bake something for you; he's an excellent cook."

"No need..." Su Wuli subconsciously waved her hand in refusal.

She could feel the other person's gaze on her.

As the event ended, Wen Yan pulled Su Wuli aside to talk.

"Let's go." A male voice rang out.

Su Wuli turned her head and saw that it was Jiang Yue.

She still instinctively wanted to refuse, but Wen Yan pulled her into the car.

After getting into the back seat, Wen Yan leaned over, glanced at the person in the driver's seat, and winked.

"That's just his personality; he's quiet but meticulous. Do you find him too dull?"

Saying this to her face made Su Wuli look a little embarrassed, and she quickly shook her head.

"No, it's fine."

When I returned to the apartment that night, I was covered in the smell of barbecue.

She took a shower first, and when she came out, she opened her laptop, intending to receive a few emails from Lin Liwen.

As soon as I exited, a news article popped up.

She paused when she saw the headline, and when she clicked on it, she saw a report about the car accident from back then.

Although all the names were replaced with pseudonyms, Su Wuli could never forget what happened back then.

The news report detailed the accident that happened back then and the human intervention that has now reversed the situation.

The last sentence is: "The net of justice is vast, its meshes are wide, yet nothing escapes it."

Just as Su Wuli was staring blankly at a line of text, her WeChat account logged into her laptop kept sending messages.

When I clicked on it, I found it was Wen Yan, who had posted several photos from tonight.

Su Wuli read it once and saved it.

Perhaps I was genuinely tired, or perhaps it was some kind of subconscious relaxation.

She lay down on the bed with her laptop in her arms, almost immediately enveloped by a deep sleep.

As consciousness drifted, the familiar feeling of weightlessness did not return.

I vaguely felt the softness of the mattress beneath me, but I didn't sleep for long before my sleepiness began to fade.

Su Wuli subconsciously opened her eyes.

What comes into view is the light on the ceiling of my bedroom, with a faint light seeping through the gaps in the curtains.

She paused for a moment, a subtle emotion stirring within her.

She sighed and turned over, but suddenly froze.

On the single sofa beside the bed, a figure in black sat quietly.

Yu Chen?

He was sitting on a modern, minimalist off-white fabric sofa, which clashed drastically with his elaborate and heavy black ancient costume.

Yu Chen frowned slightly, seemingly uncomfortable with the overly soft chair.

One hand rested casually on the armrest, the other on his knee, his fingertips tapping unconsciously.

I looked up and surveyed the completely unfamiliar room.

Su Wuli finally came to her senses and just lay on the bed watching him.

His gaze swept around the room and finally landed on her.

Their eyes met, and Su Wuli's heart skipped a beat, instantly snapping her back to reality.

I instinctively sat up, clutching the blanket.

"You... what are you doing here?" The voice was filled with astonishment.

"This is your dream," Yu Chen said bluntly.

Despite being in a completely unfamiliar environment and across different eras, he still maintained his usual sense of control.

"This is...your bedroom?"

Su Wuli nodded, her mind still a bit confused.

Although this wasn't the first time he had appeared in her dreams, it was the first time he had appeared in her room.

This made her feel more uncomfortable than anywhere else, as if her private space had been invaded.

I haven't dreamt for several days, never for so long.

She then lowered her guard.

Those long-sleeved pajamas were really uncomfortable to wear at night, so she changed back into a silk slip dress today.

Su Wuli glanced at him somewhat uncomfortably, only to see Yu Chen's gaze linger for a moment on her bare shoulders and slightly open neckline.

His eyes darkened, but he quickly looked away.

I looked at the laptop she was holding.

On the screen, a local news video is paused, with the title faintly visible.

[...suspected reversal of an old case]

"What's that?" Yu Chen raised her chin, indicating the computer screen in her arms.

They seemed to have taken an interest in the square metal box that could display images.

Upon hearing this, Su Wuli explained, "This is called a computer, or a laptop."

I swiped my finger across the touchpad and opened the browser.

The page I browsed before bed is still there; it's a detailed text report of a news article.

The title is more straightforward than the video.

"A long-standing unsolved case resurfaces: a car accident on a rainy night may not have been an accident, and the family insists on pursuing the truth."

Below is a black-and-white photo of the accident scene with the image blurred.

Despite having seen it once before, Su Wuli still stared intently at it, completely bewildered.

Suddenly the mattress sank, and Su Wuli's body involuntarily tilted slightly towards him.

She subconsciously turned her head and found that Yu Chen had gotten up at some point.

He then sat down beside her.

He was very close, and his cool breath instantly enveloped her.

Su Wuli straightened her back slightly as she saw Yu Chen's gaze fall on the computer screen.

He didn't speak, he just watched quietly.

Seeing this, she couldn't help but wonder: could people in ancient times understand modern writing?

However, upon further reflection, although Yu Chen was an ancient person, he had not been reincarnated for so many years.

It's not surprising that he can understand modern writing...