e fell during the wrestling match, luckily the driver slammed on the brakes in time. Luckily she was wearing long sleeves and pants, so she didn't get seriously injured, only a scrape on her palm, not...Jian Tong felt like something was pressing down on her body. She reached out and pushed, but it wouldn't budge.

When she woke up, give her a "big surprise".

"Who let you sleep in my bed"

Flustered and angry, she shoved the person next to her with all her might. The person was caught off guard and pushed by her, "Tongtong, good morning."

Jian Tong looked at the man's drowsy appearance and became even more angry: "Shen Xiujin, you said not to approach me, who allowed you to sleep in my bed."

That person hurriedly scrambled to their feet, "I don't know, Tongtong, please don't be angry."

He got up too hastily and stumbled right onto Jian Tong.

She suddenly widened her eyes, feeling clearly that something was facing her.

"Shen Xiujin!" She shoved him abruptly, the blanket falling to the floor. "You—" Her eyes blazed with anger as she glared at the man's sleeping pants that were noticeably swollen. "You—"

"Tong Tong, I'm feeling unwell." the person said.

Jian Tong looked at the man's innocent appearance, and suddenly a surge of anger welled up inside her.

With a cold face, she got out of bed without a word, not even glancing back at the person behind her, and went to the bathroom by herself.

As she walked, she muttered to herself, scolding her own stupidity. How could she have let Shen Xiujian sleep in her bed

As soon as she thought of that feeling, she reached out and scrubbed herself hard again and again.

After a quick wash, I returned to the room.

"How are you still here"

He stared with his jet-black eyes, leaning against the wall helplessly, breathing slightly: "Tongtong, I feel so bad."

Jian Tong suddenly clenched her fists. Of course she knew where he was hurting, of course she knew what the matter was.

Just last night, she still treated this man like a child, completely unguarded as he slept beside her. Jian Tong the more she thought about it, the more agitated she became.

"Go to the bathroom." she said coldly.

That person obediently responded with an "mm" and went to the restroom.

She then simply ignored the matter.

A quarter of an hour passed, but the person still didn't come out of the restroom.

She was getting impatient waiting in the living room, and finally losing her patience. "Tap tap tap," she walked towards the bathroom.

Knocking on the door, "Hello Is anyone there"

But there was no response.

She frowned slightly, "Shen Xiujin"

But there was no sound inside.

The next second.

With a loud bang, Jian Tong's eyelids jumped. He shouted, "Shen Xiujin!", without thinking much, he twisted open the door and rushed in.

"You—" she suddenly stopped, her voice laced with surprise: "What are you doing!"

The man fell to the ground, the shower head above his head gushing water down on him. She walked over a few steps and reached out her hand—it was indeed cold water.

"What are you doing! It's just the cold snap, it's freezing out here. What in the world do you think you're doing playing around in this weather"

She was truly angry, so furious that she slammed the shower valve shut: "What do you want Do you want to get sick again Shen Xiujin! I'm already so tired, so, so tired. Can you please stop causing me trouble!"

How much fatigue accumulated from work, the busy workload, the mess that was hard to tidy up, and taking care of a patient with memory loss in her spare time. All these burdens brought endless fatigue, but Jian Tong never complained.

But right now, seeing this man subjecting himself to cold water at the crack of dawn, all the emotions I'd been holding in these past few days erupted all at once.

What on earth do you want! Shen Xiujin!

Don't you understand what I'm carrying!

Don't you understand, I face a mountain of problems every day, living in fear and anxiety. And to top it off, I have to navigate this whole circle of people I absolutely can't stand.

Do you understand, every morning when I wake up, I have to be ready for war

I have no time at all, and I can't afford to waste any.

Back home, I still have to face you.

"Don't you understand, taking care of you is exhausting for me!"

She yelled at him, and he was taken aback.

She knew she shouldn't bring her emotions home, shouldn't vent all her complaints at him.

But at this moment, looking at this person as if they were against her, playing in the icy water and hurting herself, she couldn't help it. Once her emotions had an outlet, those things that had once been silent, like a faucet that couldn't be turned off, gushed out all at once.

She had poured all her strength into yelling and screaming, then with a final "bang," she collapsed onto the ground, exhausted. She leaned against the wall behind her, her energy seemingly drained away in an instant. She trembled as she reached out, wearily covering her eyes. She had to admit it, she couldn't deny it any longer - she was teetering on the brink of collapse.

No tears, no fuss, calm as water, are all illusions.

"Shen Xiujin," the woman slumped, covering her eyes, and with them, her pain: "Let me be the one who forgets, alright"

Wouldn't it be nice to have a reset button, where with just one click, you could format your entire life and start over

"Tongtong, don't cry, it's my fault. Tongtong, don't cry, I was wrong." A flustered voice in her ear.

Jian Tong closed her eyes, letting tears flow freely. She was fed up with the Jian family, fed up with Shen Xiu Jin, fed up with Jian Mo Bai's illness, fed up with Jian Zhen Dong who had drained the Jian family, leaving her with an empty shell of a mess, fed up with Jian Tai Tai who kept calling to complain about how bad and undesirable Jian Mo Bai's condition was, and fed up with Jian Zhen Dong's mistress who constantly asked her about Jian's heir.

She almost laughed, she couldn't have imagined in her dreams that after enduring for so long, she would completely break down on such an ordinary and unremarkable morning.

"Tongtong, I was wrong, Tongtong, Tongtong."

She let the man hold her tightly, letting him call out her name over and over again, as if calling out to his most beloved lover... A sardonic smile curled at the corner of her lips.

"Let me go." After a long silence, she gently but firmly pushed him away from her, stepping out of his warm embrace. "Don't go swimming in cold water anymore."

As if nothing had happened, she instructed the man who was like a child... She lowered her eyes, and only she knew that she still had things unfinished.

This is, then, the reason she can't collapse yet.

"Ashu didn't mean to...."

He stammered as he spoke.

Jian Tong was dumbfounded. She hadn't even considered this aspect just now. She stared blankly at the man for a while... So, had he vanished, along with his own methods of coping and all past memories

He lowered his gaze slightly, and the corner of his eye caught sight of a certain part of that person's body. The pajamas he was wearing were wet from the showerhead water, clinging to his body at that moment, making it even more prominent.

Raising his eyes, he looked at the person. A pair of jet-black eyes, moist and glistening, seemed to be enduring some kind of tormenting pain.

"You... wait." She ran out, picked up her phone from the bedside table. How could she possibly explain this to him

"Jian Tong, you're not sleeping in the early morning, don't come and bother me." On the phone, Xi Chen said angrily, "What on earth is so urgent"

"Just—" The words died in her throat before she could finish, realizing she didn't know how to bring it up with Xi Chen. On the other end of the phone, Xi Chen had already grown impatient and urged, "Spit it out."

"It's okay."

Click, the phone hung up.

She turned around, and in the washroom, the person was still staring at her with wet eyes, watching her return.

Jian Tong gritted her teeth and walked over, extending her hand...

Then, she let go of his hand and said, "Will it be alright If you feel uncomfortable later, just do what I did just now, by yourself."

After finishing, she turned around and left the washroom quickly with a cool expression. However, her ears were flushed crimson.n't want to die, he was so young.Jian Tong was like a tightly sealed gourd, not uttering a word.Jian Mo looked at her again and again, meeting her clear yet firm gaze.For a long timeHe staggered as if...