Before Qi Yu boarded the plane, she was still waiting for the editor's message. She hadn't slept all night, afraid that she would see something strange in her dream.

Qi Yu looked at the clouds outside the window and pursed her lips without saying a word. She was in an extremely bad mood when she realized that Wu Ye hadn't sent her a message yet.

There were already many people at the venue of the memorial service, and there were many familiar faces in the publishing industry that Qi Yu was familiar with.

Qi Yu saw a male host. She had seen this man in her dream before.

"I should have persuaded her. I should have persuaded her that night." He covered his face, and the sadness and annoyance on his face were obvious.

The host was talking to a man, and the man was facing the host.

However, Qi Yu's eyes couldn't help but stay on the man's back. Whether it was his figure or his hairstyle, Qi Yu felt an indescribable sense of familiarity.

It was as if she knew this man.

Qi Yu and Lan Ting's editor had just greeted each other, and the female editor sighed after hearing the male host's words.

She looked very tired. Lan Ting's funeral and the mess she left behind were all left to her.

When Qi Yu approached, she could see the female editor's bloodshot eyes.

The two of them walked in the direction of the male host, and when they reached him, the man that Qi Yu was inexplicably familiar with had already left.

"I tried to persuade her, but it was useless.

She booked a plane ticket and went to the desert without informing me. When I found out, she had already driven to the no man's land. "The female editor's voice was a little hoarse and weak.

"Before she left, she told me that she had already written half of the script. She said that she would write the ending when she came back from the desert.

I didn't expect that instead of getting the script, I would find Lan Ting's corpse. "

"I'm so stupid. I should have paid more attention to her condition."

She rubbed her face. Qi Yu looked at her dispirited appearance. Other than patting her shoulder and saying a few words of condolence, she could not say anything else.

From the conversation between the two, Qi Yu finally understood what had happened to Lan Ting before she left. A week before Lan Ting committed suicide, she suddenly went to the desert alone. After she returned, she locked herself in her room for a week and then committed suicide.

It sounded very similar to Daodao's experience.

Qi Yu recalled the black stone she saw in her dream. She felt that perhaps Lan Ting had returned to that damned place to find the answer.

In the huge black and white photo was a smiling and confident Lan Ting. If you didn't look at the white roses and chrysanthemums placed beside the photo, it would have looked like an artistic photo.

Qi Yu took a deep breath. Standing in front of Lan Ting's photo and ashes, she finally realized that a living person was gone just like that.

This made Qi Yu out of breath the whole time. She felt very uncomfortable in her chest.

Without staying for lunch, Qi Yu rushed to Hangzhou as fast as she could after finishing her business here.

She really wanted to see Wu Ye now. She just wanted to fly back to her lover's side and give Mr. Wu a hug.

Qi Yu opened the door of the apartment with the key. Standing at the entrance, she smelled the aroma of food.

She looked at the man in an apron who was busy in the kitchen. She felt that the big stone in her chest had finally disappeared.

Returning home made Qi Yu feel relaxed. For a moment, she even had the illusion that the back of Wu Ye and the back of the man at the memorial service overlapped.

Then, she threw this absurd idea to the back of her mind.

"Mr. Wu, you're finally back.

Have you finished your business? I missed you so much. "Qi Yu put her arms around Wu Ye's waist from behind.

Wu Ye poured the food from the pot into the plate with one hand, and the other hand was intertwined with Qi Yu's fingers. "You came back earlier than I thought. There's still a dish to be cooked."

Qi Yu choked a few times. "I missed you, so I came home as fast as I could."

After that, she looked at the two dishes and the cut tomatoes and peppers on the side. She said casually, "Don't cook. Just make a simple tomato with sugar."

"You haven't had a good rest these two days. Let's eat something simple." His wife felt sorry for him. Wu Ye quickly sprinkled the white sugar, and then turned to look at Qi Yu.

His little girl didn't seem to be in a good mood. She was wearing a black dress and looked very tired.

"Lan Ting is gone. I went to her memorial service." Qi Yu observed Wu Ye's expression and saw surprise on his face.

"Life is so fragile. Standing in front of Lan Ting's photo, I just realized that the living person who was preparing to write a new book was gone." Qi Yu said and hugged Wu Ye. Wu Ye touched her head and didn't say anything.

Qi Yu was in a bad mood and didn't have a good appetite.

She only ate one or two mouthfuls of the other dishes. Most of the time, she was in a daze while mixing the tomatoes with sugar.

When the small bowl of tomatoes was empty, Qi Yu looked up and saw that Wu Ye wanted to say something but stopped.

"You, do you have something to say to me?" Qi Yu put down the spoon in her hand and let go of the chopped persimmon.

"An inspection project invited me to join as a photographer. I agreed."

Wu Ye didn't like sweet and sour food, but after seeing Qi Yu eat so much, he still tasted it.

"Where are you going?"

Qi Yu frowned. She remembered that Wu Ye once went out for an inspection project for two months.