The fake heiress loves to act? The max-level boss isn't interested in playing along.

After wandering through four dreamlike realms, Fu Hua experienced the ultimate maternal love.

I've witnessed the desolation of the pharmacy for ten years, and the corruption of friendships during my youth.

They experienced the coldness and deceit of the tribes and their people.

All senses—touch, smell, taste, and hearing—are perfectly complete.

In this final life, her dormant vision was finally awakened.

She saw this world anew, a familiar world.

Light and shadow, crowds, grass and trees, evening breeze—all the blurriness and chaos faded away, and everything became clear and distinct.

Fu Hua, who regained her sight, grew up in an ordinary family.

She did what other girls would do, following the established routine.

She studied, took the college entrance exam, and became the university's recognized top aloof goddess.

Her temperament is completely different from that of ordinary pretty girls.

Others are vibrant and beautiful, youthful and passionate.

Fu Hua is different; she is aloof, clean, distant, and noble.

Like the snow lotus that blooms year-round atop snow-capped mountains, untouched by dust or the grime of worldly affairs,

She simply stood quietly in the crowd, carrying with her a thin, cold barrier that isolated her from the world.

He was tall and straight, with features so indifferent they bordered on apathy.

His face never showed any extra expression; he never smiled, never made noise, and never joined in any crowds.

It was as if she didn't belong to this world.

She was always surrounded by a faint, indescribable fragrance.

It's not strong, just light and refreshing. The scent is calming and inexplicably soothing.

Since high school, countless boys have pursued her.

Even talent scouts from outside the school repeatedly waited at the school gate.

They offered her their business cards, presented her with high-priced contracts, and tried to sign her as a model or to shoot male-male romance films, but Fu Hua coldly rejected them all without even a moment's hesitation.

She lacks nothing; fame and fortune are of no interest to her.

During her four years of university, there was a boy who pursued her for the entire four years.

Lu Zeyu.

He was a true prodigy at the top of the school.

He comes from an elite family with substantial wealth; both his parents are prominent figures in their respective fields.

His appearance is impeccable; he is tall with long legs, handsome features, and a noble air.

The most handsome guy at the Beijing Film Academy, the kind that even the most aspiring actors can only dream of.

Standing in a crowd, you'll always be the most eye-catching one.

In the past, people like this would never appear in the public eye.

It was because of Fu Hua that I put myself in the spotlight.

Lu Zeyu not only has a good family background and good looks, but his character is also impeccable.

He is gentle and courteous, never engages in flirtatious behavior, and is always polite and humble.

For four years, everyone assumed that only Lu Zeyu was worthy of Fu Hua.

Everyone is waiting to see if this aloof, icy goddess will eventually be warmed by this devoted and gentle prodigy.

For four years, Lu Zeyu pursued her relentlessly with flowers, gifts, companionship, favoritism, and patience.

Even after being rejected countless times, he always smiled and waved to his friends, saying:

"It's alright, I'll wait for her. As long as it's her, I'm willing, without regrets, and I'll gladly accept it."

It was late summer evening at the end of my senior year, and the setting sun cast its rays on the tree-lined paths of the campus.

Lu Zeyu, holding a large bouquet of white roses, walked up to Fu Hua.

Her posture was gentle, but her eyes held the same earnestness they had maintained for four years.

Students passing by subconsciously slowed down and secretly watched.

This is a chase scene that the whole school has been watching for four years.

Graduation is just around the corner, and the lovers will finally be able to get married.

Lu Zeyu looked at the aloof girl standing in front of him.

She spoke softly, "Huahua, it's been four years, and I've never changed. Why is it that you'll never give me a chance?"

Fu Hua lowered her eyes, her expression indifferent.

Her tone was completely flat: "Why have you kept pursuing me?"

Without hesitation, Lu Zeyu smiled frankly and sincerely: "Because I like you."

"What do you like about me?"

Fu Hua looked up at him calmly.

Lu Zeyu answered frankly, every word sincere: "I like your looks, I like your temperament, I like your cool and clean personality, I like your character. Everything about you, the good and the bad, I like. I just want to be with you."

Fu Hua asked calmly, "And then?"

"Then we fell in love, got engaged after graduation, got married, had children, and started a family."

Lu Zeyu's eyes were gentle. "You know my family's situation. I can give you the best life. You won't have to suffer or work hard. You can have a peaceful and smooth life."

"We can see the mountains and rivers together, spend the years together, and grow old together."

Fu Hua slightly tugged at the corner of her lips, her expression devoid of a smile, cool and indifferent: "Why must men and women be paired together?"

Lu Zeyu was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled: "Haven't we always been like this? Whether it's humans or animals, males and females staying together is simply their nature."

"But I don't want to be female, and I don't want to be male."

Fu Hua's tone was flat.

Lu Zeyu froze instantly, his brows furrowing instinctively: "Huahua, could it be... that you like girls?"

Fu Hua did not answer.

She couldn't be bothered to explain.

If you say you don't like watermelon, he'll be surprised and say, "How come you like durian?"

She has witnessed five lifetimes in the human world, experiencing the entanglements of love, the warmth and coldness of human relationships, and the gains and losses of gatherings and separations; she has long since become indifferent to them.

She doesn't belong to any rules, nor to any conventional template for marriage and relationships.

She turned around and walked straight ahead, her back view lonely and resolute, without the slightest trace of lingering affection.

Lu Zeyu stood there, holding the bouquet of flowers, the tenderness in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by a bitter resentment.

Several of his buddies immediately gathered around, patting him on the shoulder and teasing, "Zeyu, give up! It's been four years, even an iron heart can't be warmed. This goddess doesn't care about love at all. Don't waste your time, there's no need to hang yourself on one tree!"

"Exactly, with your looks and qualities, so many people would throw themselves at you, why keep chasing after her so humbly? It's not worth it."

Lu Zeyu shook his head and said stubbornly in a low voice, "I won't give up. I don't believe that she could ever fall for anyone but me in her life."

At this moment, Fu Hua had already walked out of the tree-lined path and merged into the bustling crowd on the street outside the school.

People come and go, and cars and horses move about.

This was another time when she truly saw the bustling and chaotic world with her own eyes.

Countless unfamiliar faces rushed by, noisy, chaotic, vibrant, and restless.

Her gaze suddenly fixed on the center of the crowd.

A man stood quietly on the opposite street corner.

Unassuming, unassuming, and unpretentious, it stands quietly in the crowd.

But Fu Hua's gaze was fixed on him for a moment.

Amidst the vast sea of ​​people and the clamor of all living beings, all the surrounding light, shadows, and voices fade into the background.

He was all alone.

A glance that lasts a lifetime.

The man saw her too, and a faint smile instantly appeared in his dark eyes.

He stepped through the crowd and walked towards her step by step.

His voice was deep and gentle, carrying a familiarity that transcended countless years:

"Huahua, do you still remember me?"

Fu Hua looked at him quietly, her clear, cold voice trembling slightly: "Who are you? Who exactly are you?"

He stood before her, his gaze gentle and devout, each word earnest: "My name is Xie Ci."

"I've been with you through all the years, you've forgotten, but I haven't."

"I know you're different from others."

I don't ask you to love me passionately, I don't ask the world to know, I don't ask to be a good match.

"I only ask that for the rest of my life, every single moment, I can be with you. When you're tired, I'll keep you company; when you're cold, I'll stay by your side; if you want to live an ordinary life, I'll accompany you to a secluded life."

"Give me a chance to make it up to you, okay?"

Fu Hua remained silent for a long time.

Through five lifetimes of ups and downs, countless people have been drawn to her appearance, her fame, her divinity, her stability, and her suitability as a partner.

Only Xie Ci saw through the loneliness beneath her cold exterior.

I ask for nothing in return, nothing in return, only companionship.

She still has her weaknesses.

After a long while, she nodded gently.

A silent agreement.

The next day, the whole school was in an uproar.

Fu Hua, a cold and aloof goddess who always keeps to herself and rejects everyone's advances,

For the first time ever, I walked side by side with a strange boy on campus.

The two walked slowly, neither intimate nor ostentatious, quietly strolling side by side like an old married couple.

The news quickly reached Lu Zeyu's ears.

He didn't believe it at first.

It wasn't until he saw it from afar that he noticed the way Fu Hua looked at that boy.

That was a relaxed, gentle, and completely unguarded look that he had never seen before in four years.

Lu Zeyu's face turned deathly pale.

He immediately ordered someone to investigate the background of Xie Ci.

The results were ridiculously simplistic.

Acknowledgments: I come from an ordinary family, with an average background, average academic performance, and nothing to my name.

His face was the only decent feature; he was handsome and clean-cut, with a gentle and refined demeanor.

Apart from that, he is inferior to Lu Zeyu in every way.

He is unworthy of the aloof and superior Fu Hua in every way.

Lu Zeyu couldn't hold back any longer.

Four years of unwavering dedication and tender pursuit.

At this moment, everything turned into resentment, jealousy, humiliation, and hostility.

His previous statements to everyone, "I am willing and have no regrets," are now completely invalid.

He cornered Fu Hua, the tenderness in his eyes vanished completely, replaced by a sinister and bewildered look, his tone accusatory:

Fu Hua! I want to ask you something!

"In what way am I inferior to him—family background, looks, and character?!"

"I pursued you for four years, poured my heart out, and made every effort to please you, but you never even looked at me!"

"He has nothing, he's ordinary, and you still chose him?! Tell me why?!"

Fu Hua watched his out-of-control and frantic state, her eyes remaining cold and indifferent:

"You're great, great in every way, but that's what other people think."

"Even if you are truly good, what does it have to do with me?"

"The one you like isn't the real Fu Hua."

"What Xie Ci likes is me. It has nothing to do with appearance, status, or anything external."

One sentence left Lu Zeyu speechless.

The immense disparity and jealousy completely shattered his composure.

The once gentle and refined prodigy has begun to become paranoid and ruthless.

He was unwilling to admit defeat to an ordinary person.

He began to use all his connections, resources, and methods to target Xie Ci at every turn.

They secretly used their connections to suppress his studies, deliberately spread rumors about his acceptance speech, arranged for others to isolate him, and created trouble for him.

He wanted to force Xie Ci to leave, to make Fu Hua see clearly that this ordinary man was not good enough to protect her, and was not worthy of her at all.

No matter how much the outside world makes things difficult, smears, or puts pressure on us.

My acceptance speeches are never rushed, impatient, resentful, or argumentative.

He remained quietly by Fu Hua's side, always going along with her, protecting her emotions, and helping her avoid all troubles.

Fu Hua saw through all the little tricks and all the malice.

Once she regained her sight, she saw through Lu Zeyu's feigned affection.

The so-called four years without regrets is nothing more than an obsession with what cannot be obtained and a sense of superiority.

Once someone easily takes away what he has longed for but could not have.

All gentleness and decorum shattered in an instant into malicious scheming.

Fu Hua was utterly fed up with all the worldly entanglements, campus disturbances, and gossip among the crowd.

She discussed with Xie Ci that they should simply leave this noisy human world, leaving behind all the prying, scheming, and comparison.

The two quietly completed their departure procedures without informing anyone and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Nobody knows where they went.

From then on, there were no more aloof campus goddesses, no more pursuit by the chosen ones, and no more gossip from the world.

There was only one ordinary couple.

They found a quiet little town, far from the hustle and bustle, far from social connections, and far from conflict.

Life was simple, ordinary, and quiet.

I rise at dawn to watch the sunrise, and watch the evening breeze at dusk. I eat three meals a day, experience all four seasons, year after year.

Fu Hua remained aloof and taciturn, with a quiet and unsociable personality, and disliked crowds.

The words of thanks are always gentle and tolerant, never forcing her to fit in, never forcing her to be enthusiastic, never forcing her to change.

She liked quiet, so he kept her company in quiet moments.

She was reserved, so he followed suit.

She had witnessed five lifetimes of desolation, so he gave her a lifetime of peace and tranquility.

After leaving the bustling city and its interpersonal entanglements,

Fu Hua and Xie Ci settled down in a quiet little town in the south, moving into a bungalow with a small courtyard.

The courtyard was small, clean and tidy, without any elaborate scenery, just enough for two people to spend their years together.

No one bothers us, no one spyes on us, no one compares us, and no one schemes.

For the rest of my days, I will live simply with the wind, the light, books, tea, and each other.

Having experienced five lifetimes of ups and downs, Fu Hua's physical body was no longer that of an ordinary person.

They are indifferent to worldly desires and have no attachment to procreation.

They were destined to have no children in their lives, and they never needed children.

Two people make up a complete life.

The days are unusually quiet, yet filled with tender, everyday details.

When the daylight is gentle, Fu Hua likes to sit by the window and read.

The sunlight fell on her delicate features, washing away the coldness of the snowy region that once kept strangers at bay, leaving only peace and tranquility.

Xie Ci sat quietly in the wicker chair next to her.

Holding their books, they remained silent, quiet, and undisturbed.

The whole room was quiet, with only the soft rustling of pages turning gently.

He never went over to disturb her thoughts, nor did he deliberately try to start a conversation; he just stayed by her side.

She observes her landscapes and the passage of time, while he reads his ordinary life; each is serene, yet they rely on each other.

They were physically compatible and spiritually resonant.

Occasionally, when Fu Hua had been reading for a while, she would slightly raise her eyes and see him looking at his book with his head turned to the side, his eyes gentle and his demeanor quiet and at ease.

No words are needed; a sense of peace and security fills my heart.

When she was in the mood, Fu Hua would sit in the courtyard and play the zither.

As the fingertips touched the strings, the zither produced a clear, cool, and elegant sound, neither noisy nor restless, which drifted in the courtyard on the wind.

Xie Ci put down the book in his hand, gently rested his chin on his hand, and sat quietly to the side watching her.

He looked at it very carefully, his gaze clear and gentle, without being infatuated or fascinated, without being passionate or greedy, but simply watching steadily.

Watching her lower her eyes, watching her fingers fall, watching her cool and aloof demeanor, I quietly accepted all her quiet emotions.

As soon as the music started, he listened.

As the music ended, he remained silent, waiting for her to look up before gently handing her a glass of lukewarm water.

Seasons change, year after year, the days pass as slowly as a mountain stream.

The spring breeze is gentle, and flowers are in full bloom throughout the city.

The two would walk out of the courtyard side by side, hand in hand, and stroll slowly along the quiet path.

Peach blossoms, pear blossoms, and roses bloom in succession along the roadside, creating a vibrant scene.

Fu Hua has a mild temperament; she doesn't like strong, bright colors, nor does she strive for simplicity and gentleness.

Xie Ci stopped with her, accompanying her to see the flowers, feel the breeze, and bask in the sun.

She didn't speak, so he quietly stayed in her silence.

She occasionally whispered that the flowers were beautiful.

He lowered his head and replied gently, "Yes, you are prettier."

The summer heat was intense, but the courtyard was shaded by dense trees, and a cool breeze was blowing.

With nothing to do in the afternoon, the two moved a small table and sat under the tree.

At the thank-you reception, slices of chilled cantaloupe and watermelon were prepared and arranged neatly. The sweetest slice was then handed to Fu Hua.

Occasionally, when they were extremely bored, the two would sit down and play chess.

Fu Hua is meticulous and calm, taking each step steadily, and often has the upper hand.

Xie Ci didn't try to win deliberately, nor did he intentionally let her win. He just played slowly with her, game after game. Occasionally, when he lost, he would shake his head with a smile, his eyes full of indulgence.

The two occasionally joked and teased each other, not saying much, but every word was relaxed and at ease, a gentle and relaxed quality that others could never see.

The autumn sky is high and clear, the wind is gentle and the clouds are light.

The courtyard was covered with fallen, dry leaves, and Fu Hua liked to stand quietly in the wind.

Xie Ci then accompanied her to tidy up the small courtyard, loosening the soil, planting flowers, and growing cold-resistant green plants.

She has a fondness for tending to flowers and plants, her fingertips lightly touching the branches and leaves with patience and gentleness.

He quietly helped from the sidelines, without interrupting her or disrupting her rhythm.

Quietly keep her company as she whiles away the long autumn days.

The evening breeze swept through the courtyard, clean and gentle, as time flowed silently by.

In winter, the snow falls, and the small town is covered in a pure white and quiet atmosphere.

The courtyard was covered in white snow, so clean and spotless.

The two of them stayed indoors, keeping warm and cozy, and brewed a pot of tea.

The tea leaves steamed gently, filling the small house with warmth.

The two sat quietly by the window, watching the snow fall outside, the world silent.

No need for many words, a cup of hot tea and a person by your side are enough to keep you warm throughout the cold winter.

Year after year, spring, summer, autumn, and winter, the cycle repeats itself.

They lacked a wide network of connections and a luxurious lifestyle.

There were no children in the eyes of others, and no dramatic love and hate stories.

Only each other.

Others spend their lives rushing around, scheming, comparing themselves to others, starting families, raising children, and dealing with interpersonal relationships.

Their lives consisted of only one thing: to stay by each other's side and spend the rest of their lives together.

Fu Hua was too cold and lonely in her previous life, having witnessed the vanity of people's hearts and experienced the coldness of gatherings and separations.

It was a thank you, a lifetime of silent companionship, gradually smoothing out all her desolation and wounds.

She was cold, so he warmed her.

When she was quiet, he would stay with her.

She did not seek worldly fulfillment, so he accompanied her to a life free of worries and in peace.

The best love in this world is never a grand declaration of love, nor a dramatic sacrifice.

It's about having you in every season, at dawn and dusk, year after year, through all the ordinary days, always having you by my side.

Two people in one hospital, three meals a day, four seasons a year, carefree and without worries or troubles.

To grow old together is the fulfillment of this life.

This is the life I dreamed of, but Fu Hua is no longer human…