Chapter Eight: Shuijing finally couldn’t resist her curiosity and opened Pandora’s box to peek at another version of herself.
The person in the image was her, yet not her.
At the charity gala, dressed in pearl and jewel splendor, she fluttered like a butterfly, dancing elegant steps with Long Gunji.
At the Christie’s auction, she smiled and raised her hand to bid on a diamond necklace worth over a hundred million, wearing a low-cut evening gown with a dazzling diamond necklace hanging like a meteor, surrounded by envious and astonished gazes.
That woman’s smile was pure and brilliant, her attire impeccably elegant, her jewelry luxurious and imposing.
The flattery and praise of others were naturally recorded.
She laughed happily and sweetly, accepting everything without doubt, her face radiating such happiness that Shuijing couldn’t help but feel disgusted.
Most unforgivably, she was happily eating cake that Shuijing hadn’t touched for years!
After watching one DVD, Shuijing didn’t have the courage to watch another.
That woman… shouldn’t be smiling so happily!
She covered her face, her shoulders trembling, tears flowing continuously.
Damn! Damn! Hateful! Hateful! She screamed in her heart, blaming herself and Long Gunji.
“Dad, Mom…” The long-suppressed pain burst forth, and a choked sob escaped her mouth.
That night, Shuijing cried herself to sleep.
In the vast master bedroom, only her faint sobs could be heard.
In her drowsy crying, she saw her parents enter her dream.
Her mother, still young, wore an elegant and simple white dress, while her father was in his usual light gray suit, still gentle and refined.
As a little girl, she happily went forward, “Dad, Mom, where are you going?”
She saw her parents open their mouths to answer her, but she couldn’t hear their voices.
“Dad? Mom?” Little Shuijing became anxious, “What are you saying? I can’t hear you!”
Her gentle mother tried to speak, but only her lips moved without sound.
She watched her parents’ figures gradually fade away, their faces blurring in the mist.
“Dad? Mom? Don’t go!” She wanted to chase, but her feet were rooted to the ground.
“Woo…” She woke up crying in her sleep, tears flowing from her nose and choking her breath, causing her to cough.
It was still dark, and the spacious master bedroom was dim and gloomy.
