Even after returning to her room, Lin Qiao still felt dizzy. She covered her face and collapsed onto the bed, her lips agape as if pulled by a string.
Did this mean Su Zhengxing was admitting that he loved her?
The person in her consciousness didn’t respond for a long time. Lin Qiao called his name several more times, but still no response. She didn’t know why; he was unusually quiet today.
It wasn’t that Su Zhengxing didn’t want to respond, but that he couldn’t. He could clearly feel that the passage to his celestial realm in reality had opened, and for a moment, he even truly gained real-world sensory experiences.
But that was only for a split second. The next second, he felt as if he were sealed in a vacuum, quickly stripped away, his senses weakened, and even the sounds of the outside world became blurred.
“What’s going on? Are you trying to renege on your promise?”
When it came to that 100 million, Lin Qiao sat up abruptly in bed and shouted at him.
As she was calling out, her phone vibrated in her pocket. Only then did Lin Qiao realize that she had forgotten to return Su Zhengxing’s down jacket when she came back, and his phone was still in the down jacket pocket.
Lin Qiao thought that it was Su Zhengxing looking for his phone and was about to answer when she looked closely and saw that the caller ID clearly showed the name Shen Ruxing.
When did he save Shen Ruxing’s number?
Alarm bells rang in Lin Qiao’s mind. She tossed her phone onto the bed, trying to pretend she hadn’t seen it, but she was also really curious about why Shen Ruxing wanted to call her so late. After hesitating for a while, she finally couldn’t resist her curiosity and pressed the answer button.
“Mr. Su, save me!”
On the phone, Shen Ruxing’s voice was tinged with sobs. She seemed to be outdoors, where the wind howled, and the static on the phone hummed intermittently.
Realizing she was calling for help, Lin Qiao quickly asked, “Sister Shen, what’s wrong?”
Hearing Lin Qiao’s voice, Shen Ruxing was taken aback: “The snow on the back mountain was too thick, and I accidentally stepped into a snowdrift and hurt my leg. I’m sorry, Lin Qiao. There’s no internet here. I only have Mr. Su’s phone number in Beijing. Please don’t misunderstand…”
With lives at stake, Lin Qiao had no time to argue with her. After quickly getting the location from Shen Ruxing, she immediately called the resort’s rescue center and 120 (emergency services) as instructed in the resort’s guide.
Just as she hung up, the knocking on the door sounded again. Lin Qiao was about to open it when she heard Su Zhengxing’s voice outside.
“Don’t open the door yet!”
A familiar voice rang in her mind. Lin Qiao breathed a sigh of relief.
“You’ve finally come out! I thought you were going to run away!”
“We can’t let him know that Shen Ruxing called for help!” He said urgently.
“Why?” Lin Qiao asked, puzzled.
The moment Shen Ruxing’s call came through, Su Zhengxing suddenly regained his senses. In that instant of clarity, he suddenly understood that he was a part of the novel, his purpose being to drive the plot forward. If he changed the course of the story, then his original self would be erased by this new world.
The reason Shen Ruxing’s call had saved him from suffocation was because the plot had reached a point where he needed to play a role. In the original story, he had saved Shen Ruxing once.
It was when Shen Ruxing went abroad to relax after the news of Gu Jibai’s arranged marriage broke. They met at the airport and exchanged contact information. Later, Shen Ruxing was robbed on the streets of Italy. Being in a foreign land with no one to help her, she had no choice but to call him.
Upon receiving the call, Su Zhengxing rushed from England to Italy overnight and picked Shen Ruxing up from the police station. True friendship is revealed in adversity, and Shen Ruxing remained grateful to him for this act.
Knowing that changing the plot would result in his being erased, Su Zhengxing still chose to break free from the plot’s control. He didn’t want to repeat the same mistakes. What difference is there between a person who can’t choose their own destiny and someone who is dead?
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