"Ha~"
Yan Weiwei yawned as she walked out of her room, just as she was about to knock on the door opposite hers, Lin Haitang’s room, the door opened.
"Hmm?"
"Uh..."
Three pairs of eyes t, and the air beca instantly silent...
It wasn’t until Xiao Yu poked her head out from behind them that Yan Weiwei’s odd expression eased slightly.
"Sister Weiwei, you’re up too. We were just about to call you for breakfast," Xiao Yu said, obviously not noticing the delicate atmosphere at the scene.
"Oh! I was so tired yesterday, I don’t know how I fell asleep on the sofa.
But honestly, the sofa in this five-star hotel is more comfortable than the bed," ng Lang said sowhat awkwardly.
"Hmm!" Lin Haitang nodded as if everything was perfectly normal and humd in agreent.
"Hehe! So that’s how it is. If you hadn’t said anything, I might have thought we booked a family suite," Yan Weiwei comnted, looking them over.
ng Lang: "..."
Lin Haitang: "..."
"Cough! You go ahead to the restaurant, I need to go back to my room to get sothing."
"Uncle, you better hurry up!"
"Alright!"
After ng Lang entered his room next door, Yan Weiwei imdiately pulled Lin Haitang aside with a bizarre expression and whispered.
"Haitang, was it consensual?"
"What?"
Lin Haitang was startled, then blushed as she caught on, "What are you talking about!"
"Alright... seems like it wasn’t forced, so I’m relieved."
"Yan Weiwei!"
"Well, just think about it. Yesterday I had no choice but to seek help, and today the two of you co out of one room...
If this were one of those lodramatic TV shows, it would definitely look like you sacrificed yourself for righteousness, right?" Yan Weiwei said, grinning mischievously.
Lin Haitang gave her a look.
", sacrifice myself for righteousness? Why don’t you say it’s you who sold out for glory?"
"Uh..."
...
ng Lang returned to his room and took out the book he had been holding — "Love Song."
Alright, my real intention was probably to have Lin Haitang write a "business trip report," but she turned it into an emotional docuntary...
I wonder if I ca out ahead or at a loss on this?
It just goes to show, n and won really do think differently.
Picking up the book again, ng Lang felt a bit guilty; after all, it contained the rich emotional journey of a pure young girl not known to others...
Could this be considered peeping?
It shouldn’t be, right? How can a scholar’s business be sneaky? Besides, I am the male lead...
Right! I’m just gathering information!
When he opened the book and saw his own black and white photo, he couldn’t help but twitch his mouth.
Looking at one’s own obituary photo is quite a unique experience.
But just from the photo of a young version of , I could tell that my death shouldn’t have been far off, another classic case of an untily demise.
"If it hadn’t been for Duan Xian’s carelessness, Laozi wouldn’t have contracted a variety of complex viruses. That’s fate..."
To others, this cause of death might seem vague, but to ng Lang, it was quite informative.
The complex viruses brought by Duan Xian led to my contracting "acute viral encephalitis," which must have been the real cause of death.
If this wasn’t an accident, the killer was almost ready to show himself, making ng Lang think of the "roach killer" he usually bought.
An ordinary roach killer can at best kill a couple of roaches.
But an exceptional one can, after one roach gets poisoned, quickly carry the poison back to its nest and end up killing a whole bunch of roaches...
Clearly, Duan Xiaoxian was that unfortunate "poisoned" scout roach.
"Have I been exposed?" he sighed inwardly.
Although he didn’t know what went wrong with the plan for his character in this episode, he must have taken a risk to gather information about Zhao Ge and ended up crashing.
Every "self" has its own judgnt, as commands may vary with different circumstances.
This ending was unexpected yet predictable.
But there was a sentence in the text that ng Lang was particularly concerned about.
"Don’t be sad. I knew on the day I climbed that mountain that sooner or later, this day would co. In fact, living too long might not necessarily be a good thing for ."
That last sentence had an odd feeling of resigned martyrdom to it.
Plus, he rembered a similar phrase from "Stone Records."
"Life is mundane, short in hindsight, long in prospect, yet we don’t realize that glory and decline are determined, gains and losses hard to asure.
For , living long is a victory, but for you, it might not be..."
This was the second ti.
With two brothers expressing almost the sa sentint, what did that an?
Does it an that as the "ego" gradually realizes that "all of yesterday’s actions have shaped who I am today," it also makes the brothers aware that the longer their "lives," the greater the impact and pressure they put on ?
I’m now like a water tank.
Many brothers are pouring water into it, one bucket each, so pouring more, so less.
But regardless, there will co a day when it will overflow.
Theoretically, if everyone pours less, there can be more turns. Pour more, and there are fewer turns.
A selfish person will only think about pouring more of their color, whether red or black, and the water tank will naturally take on my hue.
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