If the obsession is too deep, one hopes to meet again in the next life, even if it means never returning from the abyss. I would still refuse to drink that bowl of Mengpo Soup. ——Lu Huai'an
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In the European garden-style villa.
A young girl in a red dress hummed a song as she bounced downstairs from the second floor. Aunt Li quickly approached, worry etched on her face, "Miss Chu, slow down a bit. What if you fall?"
Her name was Lin Chu.
No, that wasn't actually her name; it was given to her by that man.
During her ten years in the orphanage, she had a lovely name: Lin Luxi.
The director told her that the name came from a poem: "In the depths of the forest, one sees a deer; at noon by the creek, the bell is silent."
Everyone called her Lin Chu. She smiled outwardly but felt resistant inside. Even though that man gave her a home and pampered her to the point of envy, she always felt it didn't belong to her.
Xiao Chu, Xiao Chu...
