Qiu Yingying is reborn and bound to a learning system.

The moment Qiu Yingying rushed out of the Guokun Building, the sunlight stung her eyes, but the fog in her heart gradually dissipated.

She's no longer an innocent and naive young girl. In her past life, she caused a huge scene and became a laughingstock in the eyes of others because of two bad relationships, even losing her job and her life.

Reborn, she uses the system and learning to improve herself, transforming from a workplace newbie into a capable team leader. She even gets promoted and receives a raise, all so she can live with confidence and dignity, and never again be swayed by emotions, turning into a crazy person she hates.

So when Meng Yanchen took out the pearl hairpin and said "it's me," her first reaction was to run away—not out of shame, but out of panic.

Of course she remembered that night: the burning sensation from the alcohol, the unfamiliar yet steady embrace, the loss of control amidst the scent of cedar... She had deliberately suppressed those moments deep in her memory, escaping them by filling every spare moment with endless work and time spent with her family. She thought that as long as she didn't think about it or touch it, it would be as if it had never happened. But as it turned out, avoidance was not a solution at all; it only made her more miserable when the truth was unexpectedly revealed.

She never imagined that the protagonist of that accident she had selectively forgotten would be Meng Yanchen of Guokun Group, her client.

Back downstairs at the company, Qiu Yingying didn't go up immediately. Instead, she found a quiet coffee shop and sat down. Her fingertips traced the cool glass tabletop, the condensation on the glass dampening her fingertips—a sensation she couldn't quite describe, reminding her of the warmth of his palm that night. She forced herself to calm down and clear her thoughts.

First and foremost, her work cannot be affected in any way. Guo Kun's project was one she and her team had worked tirelessly to secure, and Meng Yanchen was the key decision-maker. She couldn't let personal conflicts ruin the project and render the team's efforts futile. Her professional competence was the foundation of her livelihood, and she absolutely couldn't afford to lose it because of this unexpected incident.

Secondly, she absolutely must not get involved in relationships. The lessons from her past life were too profound; she feared that if she fell in love again, she would repeat the same mistakes, becoming the irrational, insecure Qiu Yingying once more. She was afraid; she had been hurt before, and she dared not, nor did she have the courage to give her heart wholeheartedly, because giving her heart would only lead to becoming unlike herself, and the final result would only be hysteria, hurting both herself and others.

Her life is now peaceful and fulfilling. She has colleagues who work alongside her, friends who care about her, and a steadily rising career. She is not short of money and has confidence. She just wants to cherish this stability and live a good life.

Finally, regarding that night. She had been numbing herself with busyness, thinking that running away would solve everything. But only today, facing Meng Yanchen's remorse, did she realize that running away wouldn't solve anything. It wasn't that she hadn't considered talking to the person involved; she had even thought of asking Duoduo to help search, but she didn't. She was afraid of getting entangled with others and repeating the same mistake. Now that she knew it was Meng Yanchen, she could clearly see the remorse in his eyes, but he hadn't done anything wrong.

Looking back on that night, the other person's condition was probably off too; they might have been drunk, or something else might have happened. She herself was also drunk, and perhaps she was the one who initiated the contact. Since it was an accident where both of us lost control, he shouldn't have to bear the guilt alone, and this shouldn't become a thorn in each other's hearts.

Their lives were like two parallel lines, their forced intersection a twist of fate. But Qiu Yingying wanted to respect Meng Yanchen's destiny, not wanting him to compromise because of an accident and disrupt his peaceful life. She knew the value of freedom, so she respected her own and others' freedom.

Having figured all this out, Qiu Yingying took a deep breath, took out her phone, and found the unfamiliar number from that morning—the contact information left by Meng Yanchen's assistant. Her fingertip hovered over the dial button for two seconds before finally pressing it.

The phone was answered after three rings, and Meng Yanchen's deep, slightly surprised voice came from the other end: "Team Leader Qiu?"

His voice came through the receiver, carrying a unique magnetism, like the whisper that night in her ear, making Qiu Yingying's heart skip a beat for no reason.