In the surveillance screen, the smile on Xia Changyue's mouth had disappeared, and her petite body was nestled beside Yang Muya's door.

It looks like a child abandoned by his family...

He suppressed a sullen breath, but he could only endure it.

Just when Yan Chengchi's self-control was on the verge of collapse, Yang Muya's door suddenly opened from the inside.

She didn't know what she said to Xia Changyue, so she turned sideways slightly and let Xia Changyue follow her into the room.

"Chi Shao, did I get dazzled? Yang Muya actually let Miss Xia enter her room?" Jin Tezhu suddenly widened his eyes and rushed to the monitor in shock.

"..." Yan Chengchi's thin lips pressed tightly, without opening, just staring at the monitor deeper and deeper.

-

The hotel room.

Xia Changyue looked at Yang Muya who was making tea while standing at the table, standing a little at a loss.

"Sit down, drink a cup of scented tea to warm your body, it will help you sleep." Yang Muya holding two cups of scented tea, walked to the table and signaled Xia Changyue to sit opposite her.

Putting one of the cups of scented tea in front of Xia Changyue, the lips faintly opened.

"I remember you said that you must see me, not for others, but for yourself." Yang Muya glanced at Xia Changyue's long trench coat, and Zitong flashed.

A trace of doubt crossed his eyes, but his expression remained calm.

"Are you willing to listen to me?" Xia Changyue held the flower tea in front of him and raised his head excitedly to look at her.

"I have never seen a stubborn girl like you. Just treat it as your reward for staying with me for two days. You can tell me a story. If your story can move me, I will consider helping you."

Yang Mu Ya paused, then spoke again, "But if you can't do it, you must promise me not to show up at my door again."

"I promise!" Xia Changyue nodded hurriedly when she heard that she was willing to give herself a chance.

But the next second, I was struggling again.

A story that can move Yang Muya, what kind of story can move her and let her help?

"Have you figured out what to say?" Yang Muya was holding a teacup and slowly sipping tea, her eyes shining with the light of winning.

"Have you ever heard a story about happiness?" Xia Changyue said suddenly, without seeing the shock of Yang Muya's eyes cracking open for a moment, and continued without authorization.

"This is a very old story. According to legend, there is a very loving old couple who has been married for many years and still looks like the first love..."

Xia Changyue cleared his throat, and then slowly told the story about himself.

Her voice is very shallow, with strong emotions.

A very simple story seems to have become very real.

"Bang——" The water glass in Yang Muya's hand suddenly slipped from the palm of her palm.

The cup fell on the table, and the hot water splashed on her back.

"Are you OK?"

Xia Changyue was stunned for a moment, and when he recovered, he rushed to get a piece of paper, trying to wipe the drops of water on her hand.

But as soon as she moved, Yang Muya grabbed her wrist one step faster.

Her red eyes, with a hint of madness after shock, grasped Xia Changyue hard as if to crush her hand bones.

One word at a time, "How did you know this story?"

"..." Xia Changyue frowned in pain as she held her hand.

"Tell me, where did you hear this story? Who told you!"