Qiu Yingying is reborn and bound to a learning system.

After Liang Jiaoyue left, Fan Shengmei felt lost, but she always remembered Liang Jiaoyue's wish to "live well".

She didn't dare to collapse. Liang Jiaoyue protected her with her life, and her only wish before her death was for her to live well; she couldn't let her down.

She forced herself to eat on time, even if it tasted bland; she forced herself to focus her energy on work, so tired that she would fall asleep the moment her head hit the pillow, just to temporarily forget the pain.

Andy and the others often came to keep her company. Qiu Yingying would bring her favorite foods and chat with her, but no one dared to mention Liang Jiaoyue's name easily. They would only stay by her side silently when she was feeling down.

Life went on uneventfully, sadness etched into my bones and lingering, yet it also slowly settled into the confidence to move forward.

She began to learn to take care of herself, no longer focusing all her attention on others. She would buy herself her favorite flowers, go for walks in the park on weekends, and try to cook a few simple dishes, gradually learning to love herself.

That afternoon, right after the meeting ended, my phone suddenly rang. It was an unfamiliar number. After a moment's hesitation, I answered. A gentle male voice answered, with professional politeness: "Is this Ms. Fan Shengmei? I am Ms. Liang Jiaoyue's lawyer, surnamed Chen. Ms. Liang made a will before her death, specifying that I should contact you at an appropriate time. The relevant matters have been settled, and I would like to arrange a meeting to explain in detail."

"Liang Jiaoyue?" Upon hearing this name, Fan Shengmei's heart skipped a beat, and her eyes instantly reddened. Almost half a year had passed, and she hadn't expected that Liang Jiaoyue would still leave something for her.

"Okay, is 10 a.m. tomorrow okay?"

The next morning, Fan Shengmei got up very early, chose a simple off-white dress, combed her hair neatly, and put on light makeup to cover up her haggard appearance.

She didn't want the lawyer to see her in such a disheveled state, which was also a sign of respect for Liang Jiaoyue.

The law firm was located in a high-end office building in the city center. Attorney Chen was already waiting in the meeting room. When she came in, he stood up to greet her: "Ms. Fan, hello, please have a seat." Fan Shengmei nodded and sat down, placing her hands on her knees, looking slightly nervous.

Attorney Chen handed over a glass of warm water, then took out documents and a sealed envelope from his briefcase and placed them on the table: "This is the original of Ms. Liang Jiaoyue's will, along with some items she entrusted me to pass on to you. Ms. Liang clearly stated in her will that both apartments, 2202 and 2103, in Joyful Ode are to be given to you free of charge. Apartment 2103 has been furnished as a private walk-in closet, containing items she prepared for you. In addition, she left behind 1000 million RMB, which she also designated you as her heir."

"What?" Fan Shengmei looked up abruptly, her eyes filled with shock. "I can't accept these. They're too valuable. I can't take them." She instinctively refused. Liang Jiaoyue had already given her life for her; how could she accept such a valuable inheritance? How could she live with herself like that?

"Ms. Fan, please don't rush to refuse." Attorney Chen gently shook his head. "Ms. Liang anticipated your reaction when she made her will. She specifically instructed that these things are not charity, but a memento for you, and also to give you confidence. She said that you have worked hard in this city for so long, but you still don't have a real home of your own. She knows that you are capable of buying a house sooner or later, but she can't bear to see you without a sense of security. These things will allow you to live a more stable life in the future and have the courage to pursue the life you want. She also said that she hopes you will not forget her."

Attorney Chen's voice was gentle yet carried an undeniable strength: "These are all Miss Liang's wishes. She wanted you to live well in her own way. If we refuse, it would probably go against her last wishes."

Fan Shengmei's lips moved, but in the end she didn't say anything. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she held them back.

Liang Jiaoyue was always like this, always thinking of everything for her, even paving the way for her in the end. "Why don't you go and take a look at room 2103? Miss Liang said there's something inside that she hopes you'll open it yourself," Attorney Chen said.

She took out her key, opened the door to room 2103, and was stunned the moment she pushed the door open.

The entire room is a huge walk-in closet, with custom-made wardrobes occupying two whole walls, filled with all kinds of clothes, from high-end formal wear to everyday casual wear, with a complete range of styles and sizes, all of which are hers.

The open shelving next to her was filled with limited-edition bags that she had liked on her WeChat Moments: Hermes, Chanel, LV, and limited-edition bags from niche designer brands, each one luxurious.

None of these bags were empty. Fan Shengmei instinctively picked up the most conspicuous matte crocodile Birkin; it felt heavy in her hand. Unzipping it, she found it stuffed full of crisp, new cash, neatly tied with bank strapping. The red bills peeked out, making her heart clench. She then picked up the smaller Chanel Mini CF next to it, equally heavy, its contents folded several times, crammed full to the limit of the zipper's closure.

Looking through them one by one, whether it was a large tote bag or a mini bag, every single one contained cash. Some were laid out flat, some were wrapped in transparent plastic bags, and even the canvas casual bags were bulging and heavy to the touch.

The shelves were neatly arranged with rows of popular lipstick and perfume shades, all luxury items she had previously been reluctant to buy. They covered almost every shade she had ever mentioned. Each perfume bottle had a small label with delicate handwriting indicating whether it was for "commuting," "dates," or "autumn/winter." In the corner of the room were several unopened brand-name boxes. Opening one revealed a pair of high heels she had tried on several times last month, with stacks of cash placed inside.

The bags were overflowing with cash, each item a priceless treasure. In the past, Fan Shengmei might have been tempted and happy, but now, looking at these bags filled with cash, at each item that carried her heartfelt sentiments, she felt a tightness in her chest.

She could picture Liang Jiaoyue squatting in the room, slowly stuffing cash into each bag, perhaps even smiling as she thought about how much cash to put in each bag and how to put it in each bag so it wouldn't be uncomfortable.

She slowly walked to the center of the room, her gaze sweeping over the familiar objects, and tears finally streamed down her face. She reached out and gently stroked a beige cashmere coat, the one she had seen last winter but couldn't bring herself to buy. She hadn't expected Liang Jiaoyue to remember it. "Jiaoyue…why are you like this…" she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

She walked to the display case against the wall, where several exquisite gift boxes were displayed. One of them, a green gift box, stood out, as it was Liang Jiaoyue's favorite color.

She picked up the gift box and opened it. Inside were no luxury items, only an envelope with Liang Jiaoyue's familiar, delicate yet strong handwriting that read "To Sister Shengmei." Fan Shengmei held the envelope, her fingers trembling slightly. She took a deep breath and slowly opened it.

Dear Sister Fan Shengmei:

See the word as the face.

I believe that by the time you read this letter, I will no longer be in this world. Don't be sad, I'm just going to be with Mom and Dad. They left me a long time ago, and I can't remember exactly what they looked like. I only remember that Mom was a beautiful woman, just like you. When I was little, she would always hold me and sing lullabies. Those are the warmest memories I have.

The day I met you, I texted you saying I'd take you somewhere fun. Actually, I'd been following you for a long time. Seeing how you were burdened by your family background yet still persevered made me think you were amazing. The first time I saw you, the wind blowing your long hair, I suddenly thought of my mother, and felt an inexplicable sense of closeness.

Later, I took you to go mountain biking, target shooting, and live music venues. Seeing you gradually relax and laugh so happily made all the effort worthwhile. I love seeing you smile, I love hearing you call me "Bright Moon," and I love every single moment I spend with you.

Gradually, I realized that my feelings for you had long since crossed the line of friendship; I had fallen in love with you. I love your open-mindedness and clarity, your resilience in the face of hardship, and your kindness in caring for others even when you're struggling yourself. This love is passionate and unwavering. I want to watch the sea with you, watch the sunrise and sunset, and walk through spring, summer, autumn, and winter together, making our lives vibrant and fulfilling.

But I didn't deserve it. The day I was diagnosed with late-stage cancer, I wasn't sad, only regretful. Regretful that I didn't meet you sooner, regretful that I couldn't stay with you longer, regretful that I couldn't give you a complete future. I've always been a carefree person, so since fate has played such a cruel joke on me, I don't want to struggle anymore. No treatment, no chemotherapy, I just want to spend the rest of my days doing what I want to do and being with the people I want to be with.

I know this is selfish of me, knowing that I don't have much time left but still wanting to be close to you, to let you get used to my presence. But I can't control myself; every time I see you, I want to give you all the good things in the world, to make you happy, to let you know that there is someone in this world who truly loves you.

Grandpa and Grandma are very strong, and with other family members taking care of them, I have nothing to worry about. My only concern is you. You're so kind, always thinking of others and sacrificing your own well-being. I bought you 2202; this is your first home in this city. You won't have to worry about being kicked out or having to put up with other people's attitudes anymore. 2103 is a walk-in closet prepared for you, filled with things you like, so you know you deserve all the good things in life. The cash in the bag is money I saved from racing, so you can easily find it and feel secure, without having to live a frugal life anymore. The other 1000 million is your financial security; you won't have to struggle for a living anymore, you can do what you want and go where you want.

Shengmei, promise me you'll live a good life. Carry my share of happiness with you, see the world, go to the sea, watch the sunrise, eat all the delicious food, and do everything you want to do. Take good care of yourself, stop torturing yourself, learn to say no, make yourself happy, live with security, and live freely and unrestrained.

I will be watching over you from another world, blessing you. Decades later, when we meet again in the underworld or somewhere else, I will definitely tell you my feelings as soon as possible, and we will walk happily together in the next life.

"I will always love you, Liang Jiaoyue."

The handwriting on the letter was slightly blurred in some places, as if tears had dripped onto it while it was being written.

Holding the letter, Fan Shengmei sobbed uncontrollably, squatting on the ground, her shoulders heaving violently, all her restraint and strength crumbling away. She remembered Liang Jiaoyue's carefree attitude when she took her out, her attentiveness when she served her food, her unwavering support when she stood in front of her, and her weak yet gentle gaze before her death.

She gave her the warmest salvation, the most steadfast protection, and unprecedented favoritism.

Fan Shengmei muttered to herself.

"They always said that I used to live too intensely because I lacked love and wanted to find security in others. But now I understand that I will never lack love again. Because I have already experienced the best love, the purest, the most passionate, and the most unconditional love. It was you who gave it to me, Jiaoyue. This love is enough to support me for the rest of my life and enough to warm all the years to come."

"I will take good care of myself, stop wronging myself, and live a safe and carefree life. Decades later, I will come to find you. When that time comes, I will definitely tell you as soon as possible that I also like you, I like you very much. Let's walk together through the next life and never be apart again."