Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

The night was deep.

The wind, carrying the unique scent of earth and grass from the mountains, blew across the large terrace of the Cloud Top Manor.

Xu Qing sat on the floor, leaning against the railing, holding the Coke can that had been on the railing just moments before.

He looked at Luo Qianyu.

There was no scrutiny or blame in his eyes, only an inscrutable calm.

Luo Qianyu huddled in the rattan chair, wrapped in Xu Qing's coat that still held her body heat.

She sniffed.

After venting my emotions just now, my mind cleared up a bit.

She looked at the living, breathing man in front of her, who could drink cola and spout nonsense with a straight face.

Luo Qianyu's heartbeat gradually calmed down, but what followed was a huge panic.

She's gambling.

She was betting on Xu Qing's feelings for her.

That sudden kiss at the hospital was domineering and unreasonable.

At the time, she thought it was a sign that Xu Qing had forgiven her.

It is the ecstasy of losing something and then getting it back.

It is an instinct that cannot be severed even by years of lies and life and death.

But now that I've calmed down and thought about it,

wrong.

Xu Qing is a man whose bones are straighter than steel bars.

That's how it was when we were together.

He can't keep secrets and can't tolerate even the slightest injustice.

If we don't explain everything that happened this year in detail and thoroughly...

If we don't lay out that damned "terminal illness" lie, and the details of Sister Hong's interference, we'll be left with nothing.

Even though on the surface they can still sit together and watch the moon, and even bicker.

Even so, he would tie her shoelaces and give her his coat.

But in fact.

His heart will drift further and further away from her.

He will slowly retreat into the shell that belongs only to him.

Just like that year he spent in the basement.

They shut themselves off, masking their true selves with indifference and apathy, refusing anyone's approach.

Luo Qianyu knows him too well.

This man was incredibly proud, yet incredibly fragile.

That kiss was perhaps just because he was too afraid of losing it again.

It is a physiological stress response, not rational acceptance and forgiveness.

"What are you thinking about?"

Seeing that she hadn't spoken for a while, Xu Qing waved his hand in front of her eyes.

"Were you intimidated by my 'I won't sell myself' statement just now?"

"Don't worry, as long as the money is right, I'm open to considering it."

He reverted to his usual carefree and irresponsible demeanor.

Seeing him like this, Luo Qianyu felt even more distressed.

He's faking it.

He was using this nonchalance to cover up the disappointment he had felt just moments before.

"Xu Qing."

Luo Qianyu spoke, but her voice was still hoarse.

"Um?"

Xu Qing responded casually, then casually placed the flattened Coke can on the ground and spun it around.

"That dream."

Luo Qianyu took a deep breath, as if she wanted to expel all the stale air from her chest.

I dreamt that you died.

Xu Qing paused for a moment.

But it was only for a moment.

Soon, he continued fiddling with the jar, making a clicking sound.

"oh."

He nodded, his tone as casual as if they were discussing what to eat for breakfast the next morning.

"How did he die?"

Tell me about it, so I can be mentally prepared and avoid making the same mistakes in the future.

Luo Qianyu stared intently at his profile.

I dreamt that...

She had barely begun to speak when her voice started trembling.

Xu Qing turned her head and looked at her, who looked like she was about to cry again, and sighed helplessly.

"Alright, alright, don't scare yourself to tears before you even say anything."

Let me guess.

Xu Qing shifted to a more comfortable position, bending one leg and resting her arm on her knee.

"Did you dream that I was in a car accident?"

"After all, I drive a Rolls-Royce every time I go out now. If the driver's hand slips or the brakes fail, it would be quite dangerous."

Luo Qianyu shook her head.

"no."

"Was he stabbed to death by a hater?"

Xu Qing stroked his chin. "That 'skin-peeling king' may be a coward, but he might have some extreme fans. I've been in the spotlight these past few days, blocking so many people's way, it's not surprising that someone would try to sabotage me."

Luo Qianyu shook her head again.

Tears were already welling up in my eyes.

Xu Qing clicked his tongue.

"It can't be a terminal illness, can it?"

"That's too cliché. That's a script from a Korean drama, not suitable for a tough guy like me."

As he spoke, he deliberately showed off his non-existent biceps.

Luo Qianyu looked at him, and finally couldn't hold back her tears.

She choked up, unable to speak.

Xu Qing looked into her eyes, and the smile on her face slowly faded.

He remained silent for a few seconds.

Then, it sounded like a joke, or perhaps a test.

"Hey, Luo Qianyu."

"You weren't dreaming..., were you...?"

Xu Qing pointed to the top of her head, then pointed downstairs.

"Did you dream that I jumped off a building?"

Luo Qianyu's pupils suddenly contracted.

His body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Xu Qing noticed this detail.

He paused for a moment, then chuckled.

"No way?"

"Really?"

Xu Qing shook her head, her face filled with disbelief and disgust.

"I told you, your dream is so illogical."

"Jump off a building?"

"That's something only a coward would do."

"Who am I, Xu Qing?"

"I am a top online novelist, a hidden billionaire with a net worth of over 100 million, and I am currently the most popular author on 'Rising Star'."

"I have more money than I can spend, more books than I can write, and plenty of girls waiting for me to ravage."

Why would I jump off a building?

Xu Qing spread her hands, looking completely at ease.

"Besides, that would hurt so much."

"Falling from such a height, splat, and turning into a pile of minced meat."

"His face was smashed, and his arms and legs were broken."

"I'm a person who cares a lot about my image. Even if I die, I want to die with dignity, lying in my coffin and having people praise me, saying, 'This young man is really handsome.'"

"Jumping off a building is a pathetic way to die."

As Xu Qing spoke, she glanced at Luo Qianyu beside her.

"You don't actually think I'd try to kill myself for anyone or anything, do you?"

"I'm someone who values ​​my life the most."

Xu Qing turned her head and looked at Luo Qianyu, a mocking smile on her lips.

"Those idiots who would shout 'Little Fish, I'm here to keep you company' from the rooftop and then jump off."

"It only appears in your melodramatic TV shows."

"In reality, there are no people that stupid."

"You're right, aren't you?"

Luo Qianyu looked at him.

Looking at his face, which seemed to say, "I'm a smart person, I wouldn't do anything stupid,"...

Looking at the cynical smile on his lips.

If that dream hadn't been so real.

If it weren't for that dream, where she witnessed the lifelessness in his eyes.

If I hadn't heard him say with my own ears, "People really do hallucinate before they die," I would have been completely convinced.

She might actually believe it.

I believe he is a vulgar person who is afraid of death and loves pleasure.

but.

Luo Qianyu knew.

He is not.

The more casually and disdainfully he speaks, the deeper his true intentions are hidden.

Xu Qing in that dream was like that too.

Even though he was about to die, he still lied to her and smiled at her.

"Surely no one is that stupid?"