Where are you going

After coming out of the shower, Tao Yaoyao, feeling her body growing increasingly soft and weak, did not dare to go see Xu Mingyao again.

She leaned against the wall and walked slowly back to her own bedroom.

Turning off the light and lying on the bed, Tao Yaoyao quietly stared into the deep darkness of the room.

At this moment, all her flaws had been temporarily covered up.

Tao Yaoyao's tense nerves could finally relax.

Recalling everything that had happened throughout the day, Tao Yaoyao's mood was an unspeakable kind of complexity.

She had been coerced and enticed by that man into having that kind of relationship.

She should have hated him.

But Tao Yaoyao despairingly realized that she actually could not bring herself to hate him.

She did not know the reason.

Perhaps it was the illusory fondness she once had for him secretly acting up.

Or perhaps it was because of her psychological guilt towards him.

Or perhaps it was because of tonight...

...

In short.

Tao Yaoyao found that she genuinely could not hate Lin Yu.

Even if Tao Yaoyao tried hard to convince herself, or even hypnotize herself into hating this bad person, her body and soul would not accompany her in acting, nor would they generate disgust and hatred towards him.

On the contrary, when she thought of that person.

Her body and soul actually took it upon themselves to produce a trace of pleasure that Tao Yaoyao simply could not understand.

Perceiving this bizarre emotional reaction within herself, Tao Yaoyao felt a sense of fear arising from the depths of her heart.

An immense, indescribable fear.

Doing this was clearly wrong; this was betrayal, this was cheating, this was an unforgivable mistake.

But, but why would she still feel such a shameless sensation under the weight of this mistake?

Herself...

How could she be such a person?

Tao Yaoyao's exquisite peach-blossom eyes widened numbly. The moral concepts that had accompanied her since childhood were now screaming and roaring wildly in her ears, eventually producing a sharp tinnitus.

It sounded like her worldview was collapsing.

Tao Yaoyao hurriedly blocked out her own thoughts, refusing to let her brain ponder any further, avoiding any greater trauma to her moral compass and worldview.

She covered the mouth of her soul and ignored the reactions of her body.

She sat up from the bed in absolute terror.

She urgently looked left and right, wanting to find something she could throw herself into wholeheartedly to distract her attention.

Ultimately.

She dug out a college-era English textbook from a small bookcase in the corner of her bedroom.

As if grasping at a lifesaver, she nervously opened the book and began reviewing and reciting vocabulary words.

As her attention gradually shifted elsewhere, her mind went blank.

The collapse of her worldview slowly halted, and her fractured morals curled up to the side, carefully licking those wounds that could no longer be fully healed...

...

Work is something that has always been endless.

You do a day's work, and tomorrow there will still be endless work to do.

You finish the endless work today, and the next day you will still have endless work to do.

It is like a bizarre bottomless pit, spewing out work day and night, truly deserving to be called never-ending.

Tao Yaoyao's job was generally quite leisurely.

It belonged to the category of high pay and little work—if you didn't look for trouble, trouble wouldn't look for you.

But that didn't stop Tao Yaoyao from running around and taking all sorts of messy tasks upon her own shoulders, acting like a complete workaholic.

Since she was asking for trouble, the others naturally had no objections and dumped all their troubles onto her.

Tao Yaoyao didn't say a word and accepted all the work.

Soon, the busy workload had Tao Yaoyao so occupied that her feet barely touched the ground.

She worked from early morning until dusk.

From the bright midday sun until the deep of the night.

She was so busy she didn't even have time to eat, often having to combine her meal times with her work time.

The heavy workload made Tao Yaoyao very tired.

But compared to overthinking during her free time, she actually preferred this exhaustion.

She liked the feeling of being so busy that she couldn't care about anything else, liked the feeling of coming home and just wanting to collapse into sleep.

She liked the feeling of not having to face that problem, or that person.

But what was meant to come would eventually come.

Looking at the "invitation" sent by that person on her phone after a whole week.

Tao Yaoyao stared blankly.

It wasn't until the screen, which had lit up due to the pop-up message, went dark again that Tao Yaoyao slowly came back to her senses.

She originally didn't know how to reply to him.

But now the answer seemed to be right in front of her.

Tao Yaoyao naturally made her decision.

She blinked, moved her gaze away from the darkened phone screen, and placed it back onto the thick stack of documents on her desk.

I didn't see it.

Yes.

I didn't see anything...

...

The starry night was deep and heavy. Tao Yaoyao left the company much later than usual tonight, and her footsteps were lighter than usual.

She kept her head down, her movements stealthy, but her pace was not slow at all, even showing obvious signs of speeding up.

Her hurried appearance looked as if she was deliberately avoiding something.

The company entrance was only a hundred meters away from the road.

Once she reached the road, there would be plenty of taxis, and she could easily hail one.

Then Tao Yaoyao could easily return to her little nest.

And completely relax.

But Tao Yaoyao ultimately failed to reach the road.

Behind her, a teasing male voice rang out at just the right moment, making Tao Yaoyao's heart skip a heavy beat.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?"

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