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The moment I walked out of the airport after returning to China, the familiar smell in the
air enveloped me.
I quickly reported to the medical research center.
Becoming part of the research team.
“Hey, did you know? It seems like Mingan Group has invested a huge sum of money in
our research fund.”
‘Really?”
“I overheard it secretly.”
“Isn’t the boss of Mingan Group that Zachary Goodwin?”
“Yes, it’s him, it’s him!”
In the lab, everyone was quietly discussing the latest gossip they had heard.
My hand paused as I was conducting an experiment.
Zachary was indeed keeping his promise, not contacting me or appearing before me.
But I could still feel his presence.
At night when I closed the curtains, I would habitually look down at the street.
If I looked carefully enough, I could see a black car parked in a corner not far away.
And recently, a whole row of restaurants had opened in the shops below my apartment building.
They offered a wide variety of dishes, nutritionally balanced, but incredibly cheap.
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There was also a flower shop at the street corner. Every time I passed by, someone would
cheerfully invite me to participate in a lucky draw.
Every time it was the first prize, and I could get different beautiful flowers for free every
day.
The street lamps at the entrance of the community that had been broken for a long time
were all fixed.
It was obvious who was behind all this.
I let out a soft sigh.
“Lily, what’s wrong? Is there a problem with the data?”
My senior colleague came over when he saw my expression.
“Senior, do you know that saying such things is like a curse?”
I looked at him helplessly.
The senior colleague quickly spat three times to ward off bad luck, then said
mysteriously:
“Lily, I recently heard about a church where wishes really come true. I don’t tell just anyone about this.”
“Aren’t we supposed to believe in science?”
I narrowed my eyes at him.
“When you encounter problems with data, you can also believe in mysterious forces.”
My senior colleague looked like he was speaking from experience.
“Thanks, senior, but I’ve never believed in deities since I was young.”
I politely declined my senior colleague’s good intentions.
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On a rare day off,
I bought fresh flowers to visit my parents.
I looked at the photos of my dad and mom, talking to them for a long time.
As I was leaving, I ran into the elderly caretaker of the cemetery.
I used to come every year before, and had greeted him a few times.
He looked at me, then at the tombstone, and asked puzzledly:
“Why didn’t that young man come with you?”
“These past two years when you didn’t come, he came in your place. He always brought the same kind of flowers you do.”
“Once I asked him what your relationship was, he said you were his lover, studying
abroad.”
My feet seemed nailed to the ground, unable to move an inch.
At the same time, a message popped up on my phone:
“Zachary Goodwin, head of Mingan Group, was involved in a car accident on the downtown bridge. He has been sent to the hospital for emergency treatment.”
Car accident? Emergency treatment?
I stared at the screen, looking at the deformed car in the report, and Zachary covered in blood being lifted into the ambulance.
It felt like a big hole had opened in my chest, with cold wind rushing in.
The rain was getting heavier, and when the thunder struck, it sounded like a heart–wrenching cry.
My sleeves, splashed wet by the rain, were cold to the touch.
I had a strange feeling that the coldness seemed to seep into my body and bones.
For some reason, I thought of the day my dad left.
My hands started shaking uncontrollably.
Instinctively, I wanted to call Zachary, only to realize I no longer had his number.
I had no way to contact him
anymore.
It seemed like he was really going to disappear from my life completely, just as I had
asked.
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