In Memoriam.

In the empty elevator, the clean, mirror-like silver walls reflected the figures of two people.

The young girl, who liked watching criminal investigation shows but was quite timid, subconsciously backed into the corner of the elevator.

After distancing herself a bit more from the man, she finally dared to carefully observe him.

Only then did she realize.

The man wasn't actually drunk.

He just seemed tired.

The man was currently resting his shoulder against the elevator wall, his body leaning in a slouching, deeply exhausted manner, his head casually tilted along with his body's slant.

This posture.

Coupled with his head of blond hair and a slightly rogue, bad-boy face.

He looked exactly like those idle, trouble-making, irresponsible street thugs who did bad things in the criminal investigation shows the girl watched!

If there had to be any difference.

It was that the guy in front of her looked a bit fiercer.

It felt like among thugs, he would be the kind of formidable thug who was very good at fighting.

So even knowing that this man in front of her wasn't drunk, the girl was still a bit afraid of him.

But for some unknown reason.

The girl felt it was a bit strange.

Such a person who looked so easily emotional and completely unrelated to kindness would actually reveal such a look in his eyes at this moment.

The girl didn't quite know how to describe this look.

The man's eyes were hollow, confused, tired, and filled with an indescribable sorrow.

Yes.

It was sorrow.

Not sadness.

Not heartbreak.

It was sorrow.

His numb and sorrowful look seemed...

Seemed...

...

Seemed to be mourning something...

The girl subconsciously followed the man's gaze and saw his slanted figure reflected on the mirror-like silver elevator wall.

Suddenly.

A flash of insight crossed the girl's mind.

Inexplicably, the girl suddenly seemed to know what the man was mourning.

He seemed to be mourning his own reflection on the elevator wall.

She just didn't know if it was the past him mourning the present him.

Or the present him mourning the past him.

In short.

He looked somewhat pitiful.

After a brief ride, the elevator stopped.

Upon reaching her floor, the girl gripped the straps of her bag tightly, hugged the elevator wall away from the man, and quickly walked out with her head down, without saying a word.

She distanced herself from this man who looked so unapproachable.

The two silver elevator doors slid open, closed, and then opened again.

This time, he had reached his destination.

Lin Yu stood up straight, no longer leaning against the wall, and stepped out of the elevator.

He was about to see Qing Mo soon.

Lin Yu couldn't help but wonder what Qing Mo was going to talk about later.

Lin Yu knew.

Regarding Xu Mingyao, Qing Mo probably knew more than he did.

That private detective hired to monitor Xu Mingyao.

Lin Yu could figure it out with his toes.

He knew that guy must be a double agent.

Perhaps before sending Xu Mingyao's information over, he had to send a copy to his big boss first.

Only after his big boss reviewed it could he send it over.

Undoubtedly.

Qing Mo definitely knew about what happened this afternoon.

So what was her purpose in calling him over so urgently, and even a bit seriously, this time?

It felt like it should be related to what happened this afternoon.

Lin Yu secretly concluded in his heart.

After all, he had just laid his cards on the table with Xu Mingyao this afternoon.

Her sudden call for him to return.

There must be some connection between the two.

But what would she say?

Did she want him to let Xu Mingyao off the hook for the sake of their past affection?

Or did she want to use this to warn him never to let such a thing happen again?

Lin Yu didn't know.

But Lin Yu wasn't in a hurry either.

Anyway.

He would know soon enough.

Slowly approaching the door, Lin Yu reached out, grasped the door handle, and placed his thumb on the fingerprint unlock area.

The electronic lock emitted two soft beeps.

With a click.

The lock popped open.

Lin Yu opened the door and entered the room, his arm subconsciously pulling back to close the door.

At the same time, he subconsciously looked inside.

In the living room.

Lin Yu saw an expected extremely beautiful face, and also an unexpected extremely beautiful face.

At this moment.

Both of their gazes were drawn over by the sound of the door opening.

But for some reason.

Both of their expressions looked a bit nervous, even scared.

Lin Yu's hand resting on the door handle seemed to lose all its strength in an instant.

Like a piece of boneless rotten meat, it slipped down and hung by his leg.

Lin Yu looked at the person who, out of nervousness, didn't even dare to sit on the sofa anymore, but stood up instead, her hands nervously intertwined in front of her, standing obediently yet uneasily.

He felt the blood flowing in his body slow down at this moment.

It was as if his heart had lost its vitality to beat.

Even his blood became lifeless.

Lin Yu didn't know how to describe his feelings at this moment.

Seeing Su Yuyao, whom he barely interacted with, appearing here, and seeing her abdomen, which wasn't obviously bulging under her loose clothes but was noticeably swollen out of proportion to her slender figure.

Lin Yu actually didn't feel that surprised.

At this moment, he eerily felt something mysterious and profound.

As if it were the will of heaven.

On the other hand, looking back at the past.

Lin Yu was astonished yet felt it was only natural to realize that he seemed to have known about Su Yuyao's situation all along.

It was just that he had been lying to himself.

Otherwise.

Why would he, who used to think about the four people in the plot from time to time and summarize the current situation.

Never think of them again after the basement incident?

Did he forget to think about it.

Or was there a soul in his subconscious that refused to face reality, stopping him from remembering anything related to Su Yuyao?

That soul secretly plucked away that memory from when his reason had nearly dropped to zero.

Hid it in the desert of memories.

Covered it with a thick layer of silver sand of recollections.

Attempting to let this body forget it.

But when this memory began to stir, resonate, and sparkle because of the reality before his eyes.

This seemingly impossible event happening right in front of him.

Seemed so reasonable at this moment.

So reasonable that it made one...

Suffocate.

...

While waiting for Lin Yu to return.

Qing Mo had thought of many reactions Lin Yu might have upon learning the truth.

Would he angrily deny it all?

Or would he be so shocked that he would lose his voice?

Or perhaps.

He would admit it with a relaxed expression.

With a mindset of you guys like to joke around, so I'll joke along with you.

After all, based on the information Qing Mo knew, there was a very high possibility that Lin Yu had absolutely no idea that such a thing had happened between him and Su Yuyao.

Therefore, denial and disbelief should be the attitude he displayed.