Transmigrated into the body of a villain, I became my sister's savior.

But is she really going to lock him in a dark basement, where he will never see the sunlight again?

Do we really want to sever all his social connections, imprison him, and possess him like a precious object?

He longed for freedom so much.

Without freedom, will he wither away like Snow White on the wall?

Xia Tingwan's hands trembled.

She told herself it was actually very simple; all she had to do was push open the door and get him down.

Take a taxi to a certain intersection, get off, drag your suitcase and walk a short distance to the basement.

But at this moment, the door seemed to weigh a ton.

He shouldn't be a caged bird or a sparrow in the palm of your hand.

He should be an eagle, soaring through the sky and fighting against the heavens.

He should be the sun, high in the sky, casting warm rays that illuminate all those he cares about.

The urge to push open the door was like wave after wave, but reason remained as firm as a huge black rock, unmoved by the tide and unwilling to yield.

Locking him up is what she wants.

But it might not be what he wants.

Xia Tingwan suddenly understood Lin Jianshen a little.

Selfish possession is not love.

That was simply to satisfy one's twisted desires, turning another person into an object to fill the void in one's heart.

True love is respecting him and letting him live the life he wants, even if that life doesn't include you.

As Fromm said: Immature love is because I need you, therefore I love you.

Mature love is because I love you, therefore I need you.

Lin Jianshen's love wasn't awkward; it was more mature than hers.

Possession is love.

Letting go, and then burying that love deep within your heart, is actually a form of love.

She lacked love, so she was anxious and insecure about any bit of warmth.

She always felt that his love wasn't intense enough or straightforward enough.

She always felt that he would leave, that her love would fade, and that he would eventually disappear like everyone else in her life who had warmed her heart.

So she took an extreme approach.

Actually not.

Her love was passionate, like a flame.

His love was restrained, like tree roots buried deep underground.

Xia Tingwan raised her head, her gaze seemingly passing through the door panel, through the reinforced concrete walls, and projecting onto the gloomy sky.

There were no stars or moon in the sky, but constellations were still arrayed above the clouds, and the moon still hung high in the sky.

Just like his love, though he never expressed it verbally, it was no less than hers.

She was definitely not one of those chapters in his life that could be easily turned over.

She was his "little princess".

Perhaps the AI ​​is right; it's time to find the right time and tell it everything.

Let him make the choice.

Xia Tingwan slowly removed her hand from the doorknob.

Never mind, let him decide for himself.

The cool metallic touch still lingers on my fingertips.

The clicking sound of the mechanical structure as the door lock turned still seemed to echo in my mind.

"Brother," she sighed softly, "I'm sorry."

Lin Jianshen was awakened by the urge to urinate. When he slowly opened his eyes, he saw the familiar ceiling.

He felt like his bladder was about to burst, so he bent over, crossed his legs, and walked to the bathroom.

The closer you are to the restroom, the stronger the urge to defecate becomes, and the harder it is to endure.

I almost peed myself.

He held the line at the last moment thanks to his strong willpower.

Standing in the bathroom, leaning against the wall, he let out a long sigh of relief, feeling as if he had come back to life.

After relieving himself, he returned to his bedroom and glanced at his phone.

October 1st, 7:30 PM.

He slept for so long.

Lin Jianshen scratched his head.

That shouldn't be the case. Although Zhuifeng Media is busy, it's not as hectic as other companies in the industry. The work is tiring, but overall, we can still get enough sleep.

How could someone be so sleep-deprived?

He raised his hand to look at his arms and calves, where there were several faint bruises, as if they had been scraped off by something.

Xia Tingwan was cooking in the kitchen when she heard the noise and came out of the kitchen.

She was holding a shovel in one hand and wearing an apron around her neck. She smiled when she saw him.

"Oh dear, where did this lazy dog ​​come from that time and get up?"

Lin Jianshen frowned: "Xia Tingwan, did you put something in the milk tea?"

Xia Tingwan wrinkled her nose, snorted, and pointed at him with the spatula: "Brother, you have no evidence whatsoever, how can you slander someone's innocence out of thin air? You're defaming me, let me tell you!"

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly remembered something and exclaimed, "Oh no! The food in the pot is going to burn!"

She rushed into the kitchen, leaving behind a trail of hurried footsteps.

Lin Jianshen watched her flustered figure and shook his head.

"I knew it," he muttered to himself. "How could such a well-behaved girl put medicine in her bowl?"

He thought about it carefully for a while: "I understand. Although I can get enough sleep, I've been focusing on my acting skills lately, which has taken a lot of my energy."

"During the National Day holiday, I left the company and suddenly relaxed, so I suddenly became very sleepy and slept for so long."

"Hmm...that must be it."

He nodded as if he suddenly understood.

Half an hour later, the two sat down at the dining table to eat.

The meal consisted of three dishes and a soup, prepared with great care and tasted delicious.

Xia Tingwan sat opposite him, her hair, which had been tied up, had been let down at some point.

To prevent her hair from falling down while eating, she wore a cat ear headband.

The headband not only has two cat ears, but also two cat eyes.

During the meal, those eyes kept staring at him.

Xia Tingwan tilted her head to the left to pick up some food, but the cat's eyes didn't follow her movement; they remained staring at him seriously.

Xia Tingwan tilted her head to the right to pick up some food, while the cat's eyes stared at him seriously.

Xia Tingwan lowered her head, but her cat-like eyes were still looking at him.

Lin Jianshen felt extremely uncomfortable under her gaze and pointed at her headband, asking, "Where did you get that?"

Xia Tingwan was slurping noodles, not even looking up: "I made it myself when I was in school."

"How about that? Never seen anything like it before, have you? No matter how I move it up, down, left, or right, the cat's eyes always look in only one direction."

"That's amazing."

"Can't you just tie your hair up?" Lin Jianshen said helplessly. "Why do you have to wear a headband?"

Xia Tingwan's face suddenly loomed infinitely large in front of him.

She leaned forward, less than ten centimeters away from him, her bright eyes looking at him with a mischievous smile:

"Brother, don't you think it's cute?"

"Is...is there?" Lin Jianshen blushed for a moment.

He could clearly see the fine downy hairs on her face and smell the faint scent of roses on her body.

Her cat-like eyes remained fixed on him with a serious expression, creating a strange contrast with the smile on her face.

"Okay, I admit there's a little bit, but..."

Before she could finish speaking, Xia Tingwan shrank back, lowered her head with a wronged expression, and fidgeted with the hem of her clothes.

"People don't even have the freedom to wear headbands at home anymore... They have to tie their hair up before eating at the table..."

It's that trick again.

Lin Jianshen clicked his tongue, knowing full well that she was acting, but he still retreated step by step.

Damn it, we're no match for them at all.

He tactically picked up his phone and scrolled through the company group messages.

After calming down, I put my phone on the table and continued eating.

He hadn't finished his meal when his phone suddenly rang.

Xia Tingwan glanced at it.

"Zhong Ran".

Lin Jianshen answered the phone and greeted her first, "Miss Zhong, Happy National Day!"

The person on the other end of the phone said, "Actually, I'm not that happy. I have a home, but I can't go back. Even when I'm at the company, I can't escape the relentless calls from home."

"My dad called again this morning and scolded me, telling me to go home and go on blind dates."

Zhong Ran didn't exchange any pleasantries with him, which clearly showed that she considered him a friend.

Lin Jianshen said, "Why don't you try to find a place to have a calm and peaceful talk with your parents?"

Zhong Ran said, "I've tried many times, but it's no use."

"I don't know why, but they just love to give me this kind of hardship education and they like to suppress and criticize me."

She sighed. "Could you come over and have a coffee with me?"

"I know it's raining heavily outside, and it's a bit impolite to make you come all this way, but I really want to talk to someone."

Her voice lowered, unusually tinged with vulnerability: "We can talk about anything, or I can teach you some acting techniques and insights."

Zhong Ran stood by the window of her company apartment. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and everything outside was a white blur, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

Almost everyone had gone home or gone on vacation, and the apartment became very quiet and deserted.

It seemed that all the noise had been extinguished by the heavy rain, leaving only this desolate scene blocked by the downpour.

In this vast world, it seemed as if she was the only one left.

She felt an unprecedented loneliness.

A thin layer of water mist covered the inside of the glass.

She held her phone in one hand, while the other hand unconsciously scribbled across the misty surface, leaving messy streaks.

Tonight, when she looked in the mirror, she discovered that she had another gray hair.

The most fleeting things in life are youth and beauty; rosy cheeks fade from the mirror, and flowers fall from the trees.

Her acting career has reached an unattainable height for many people, but for her, it's completely ruined.

Perhaps she no longer needs to struggle.

She is tired.

Lin Jianshen said, "Okay."

Zhong Ran was taken aback, as if she hadn't expected him to agree so readily: "The driver is on vacation. Wait for me a moment, I'll drive to pick you up."

"No need," Lin Jianshen said. "You don't drive often, and visibility is poor in the rain, so it's not safe to drive." "I'll take a taxi after I finish eating."

The phone hangs up.

Lin Jianshen put his phone back on the table, looked up, and met Xia Tingwan's gaze.

The cunning in her eyes vanished.

She watched Lin Jianshen eat quietly, and after a while, she spoke up, "Don't go, okay?"