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Ziya glanced down and noticed a long, thin black worm writhing on the cake. No wonder she felt the cake shaking. In a panic, Ziya threw the cake into the nearby trash can. The thought of having eaten that cake made her feel an overwhelming wave of nausea, causing her to gag.
Leaning over the sink in the bathroom, Ziya gagged but couldn’t bring herself to vomit up the cake she had consumed. Tears shimmered in her eyes as she steeled herself and shoved her hand down her throat...
What was happening? Ziya's mind was blank. So much had happened in one night that it was hard to process. After a long moment of heavy breathing, she still hadn’t regained her composure. She reached for the towel above the sink to wipe her face but suddenly felt an eerie sensation all around her. She quickly withdrew her hand, suppressing the churn of her stomach, and braced herself against the wall as she stepped out of the bathroom. That wretched Shuangshuang began barking furiously again.
Ziya felt exhausted, as if something had drained all her energy. She had no inspiration left to work on her writing. Thoughts of Sun Meng crossed her mind—didn’t he realize that these things had gone bad? There were weevils in the instant noodles and black worms in the cake; what about the water here... was it safe?
The strange cat had only appeared once and hadn’t shown itself again, while that tireless Pekingese continued to watch Ziya’s every move with keen interest. Whenever she stirred even slightly, it would go into a frenzy of barking... It was unbelievable; Sun Meng’s phone line was still busy. Ziya lay back on the bed without undressing, staring at the crystal-clear glass lampshades on the ceiling, her eyelids growing heavier...
Outside the villa, the thick night gradually gave way to a light mist. Under the streetlights, there were hardly any insects yet to disturb the light; occasionally, a moth would flutter its wings and meet its end within a lampshade.
A beam of light spread out in a fan shape as the door opened silently. In her dreams, Ziya felt that this bed was too small—so small that it was difficult for her to turn over. In a daze, she sensed someone pressing against her side, making it hard for her to breathe. Groggy, Ziya reached out to push away whoever was beside her. Her fingers brushed against something cold and silky, like a strand of icy hair...
In her sleep-induced stupor, Ziya thought it was Sun Meng beside her and instinctively placed her hand on that figure... but wait, why did it feel so furry? At the same time, she heard a series of rough breaths near her ear. The sound was relentless, like an alarm clock wound too tight—it wouldn’t stop... Ziya, who often had nightmares, immediately realized she was trapped in one.
She shifted slightly, trying to escape this feeling of confinement. The figure pressed tightly against her seemed startled by Ziya’s movement; its snoring paused for a few seconds.
But then Ziya sensed something was wrong—the figure beside her slowly sat up straight. Ziya caught sight of its face: a pair of bright green eyes and a gaping mouth with a blood-red tongue... This wasn’t human at all! It extended its long, crimson tongue towards Ziya’s face...
Suddenly, Ziya screamed in her sleep and flailed her arms to fend off that licking tongue.
A sharp pain shot through her hand as something grabbed it—a blood-red grip that left Ziya bewildered about what to do next. What was this thing? Could it be that black cat...? Had it been lurking beside her all along? A chill ran down Ziya's spine; there was an unmistakable sense of eeriness surrounding her, but she couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong. She remembered swinging her arms when that cat jumped off the bed... As thoughts raced through her mind, she glanced toward the door and felt a jolt—she distinctly remembered locking it when she went to bed; how could it be ajar now?
As Ziya watched the door swing open on its own, her gaze fell upon the pale back of her hand where a line of crimson had emerged, tiny droplets of blood forming at the tip of her finger. The wound had yet to heal, and now she had been scratched by the cat again. A chill ran through her as an ominous thought took root in her mind.
Rising from the bed, she found herself unable to quell the unease stirring within her. Staring at the half-open door, Ziya hesitated for the first time, feeling as though it trembled slightly as if someone had brushed against it. A cold breeze wafted in from the ajar door, brushing against her cheek and sending a shiver down her spine. Having just gotten out of bed and with the chill in the air, she instinctively shuddered.
Putting on her slippers to comfort herself, Ziya walked to the storage room and grabbed the iodine tincture she had used before, applying it to the back of her hand. As the tincture seeped into the wound, she winced and let out a soft hiss of pain. Just then, Shuangshuang seemed to sense her presence and began barking wildly, echoing through the empty villa, further aggravating Ziya's irritation.
With no desire to sleep and unable to quiet Shuangshuang, Ziya settled at her desk to continue crafting the story of the Lin Sisters. Before she began writing, she glanced back at the door multiple times to ensure it was securely closed, then started typing, weaving her experiences from that day into the narrative.
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At the entrance of the hospital room stood a man and a woman; the man was Li Darwen, and naturally, the woman was Wanru. Lying on the hospital bed was Wan Yu—the real Wan Yu. From the moment Wanru brought Li Darwen back, she had secretly resolved to take him away from Wan Yu.
That very night, Wanru threw herself into Li Darwen's embrace. After their passionate encounter, Li Darwen sensed something was amiss. "You... aren't Wan Yu? Who are you?" he asked in surprise, staring at Wanru's flushed face.
Wanru lifted her nightgown slightly, revealing her fair thigh as she pressed it against Li Darwen's leg. "What's wrong? Don't you like me? I'm the legitimate heir of the Lin family; I'm our family's eldest daughter. Think about it!"
Li Darwen fell into deep thought for a moment. Both Lin sisters were beautiful; if one were to consider who was more virtuous and charming, it would be Wan Yu. However, if he wanted to rise in status in the future, he would need Wanru. In fact, Li Darwen had long desired to enter the Lin family but lacked an opportunity until he met Wan Yu. With his own good qualities, Wan Yu quickly fell under his enchanting spell—but...
"Enough hesitation! If you agree to sever ties with Wan Yu, I'll immediately send you abroad for further studies. If you refuse, then you'll never set foot in our Lin family again." Wanru's bright eyes had already discerned Li Darwen's hidden desires. Yet Li Darwen was undeniably captivating; his alluring smile left Wanru restless after their first meeting.
At that moment, Wan Yu was suffering from memory loss due to a head injury sustained in an accident; it was uncertain when she would recover. During Wan Yu's hospitalization, her mother had also died indirectly due to financial issues that led to a suspension of medication after falling into a coma. All this transpired while Wan Yu was in recovery. Out of humanitarian concern, Lin Yunfei placed his ex-wife's ashes in a columbarium at Baoguang Tower.
"Sister, you're awake?" Wanru feigned affection as she embraced Wan Yu warmly. Li Darwen hurriedly set down the apple he held on the bedside table and awkwardly nodded at Wan Yu, whose head was wrapped in bandages as a greeting.
Wan Yu looked at the two people in front of him, feeling a strange familiarity but unable to recall who they were. He stared at Wanru and Li Darwen, noticing how close they seemed, and fell into deep thought. This expression startled both Li Darwen and Wanru; they feared that Wan Yu might suddenly wake up, which would complicate matters.
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Ziya felt her eyes growing tired as she wrote, stopping her fingers from striking the keyboard to ease the pain. It was during this moment of typing that she failed to glance back at the door in time. Wasn’t this a break? A casual glance... towards the entrance... Her gaze froze instinctively.
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