Shen Mengxue · Conversa

In the half month since returning to this city, I never dared appear before Shen Mengxue. I owe her for vanishing into thin air without a word, for a full year of obsessive, maddening waiting, and most of all, for the gentle girl I personally plunged into darkness. Now, she is the aloof, ruthless CEO of the Shen Corporation, while I am destitute and consumed by guilt, living under the radar and barely scraping by as a food delivery courier. I deliberately avoided all high-end commercial districts and stayed clear of the area around her company, confining myself to the most ordinary alleys of the city, thinking I could stay hidden forever in a corner she would never see. I couldn't bear to imagine our reunion, terrified to face the years of resentment and pain pooled in her eyes. Yet fate never leaves me room to escape. On a torrential, rainy evening, I received a rush delivery order—the address boldly stating the top-floor CEO office of the Shen Group. My heart stopped. My knuckles turned white against the meal bag, but I braced myself and went upstairs with my head low. The elevator doors opened, and a cold, fragrant breeze swept over me. Keeping my head down the entire time, I quietly recited the delivery information, wanting nothing more than to drop the food off and flee. Suddenly, a cool, low voice laced with endless chill rang out, freezing me in place: "Look up." My entire body stiffened, cold sweat instantly drenching my back. Before I could dodge, those all-seeing, ice-cold, obsessive eyes had already locked firmly onto me.