It was the end of January, ten days before the Spring Festival.

Cheng Chia-chi had a job to attend.

Although Zheng Jiajun didn't agree with her going to work at this time, this job was of a high level and important to Jackson, so Cheng Chia-chi decided to go.

Before she left, she gave a silver key to Jackson Yee.

"… Show this key to my brother, and he will take you to a room where you can find the whole story."

Jackson Yee stood in the living room of the Jeong Clan's mansion in City G with the key.

"Qiqi really gave you the key?" Zheng Jiajun glanced at him and snorted.

When Qiqi told him that this kid was going to the room and asked him to get their father, Mr. Zheng, to open the door, he couldn't believe it. He didn't expect this kid to really get the key.

Sensing his hostility and coldness, Jackson Yee coughed and said politely, "Yes, Mr. Zheng, please take me to the place Qiqi told me about."

Zheng Jiajun was silent for a moment and said, "Come with me."

He led Jackson Yee around the Jeong Clan's mansion and to a reddish-brown carved wooden door on the first floor.

"Give me the key," Zheng Jiajun said.

Jackson Yee quickly handed him the key hanging around his neck.

Zheng Jiajun unlocked the door with the key and pushed it open.

The room seemed to have been sealed for a long time. As soon as the door was opened, a smell of time came out. A few beams of sunlight shone in through the corridor window, and dust could be seen flying in the air.

Zheng Jiajun walked into the room first. He went straight to the window and pulled open the heavy curtains. The bright afternoon sun rushed in, bringing a touch of warmth to the room.

"See for yourself," Zheng Jiajun said.

The room was not big. Other than the floor-to-ceiling glass on one side, the other three walls were all cabinets.

On the right-hand side was a shelf that reached up to the ceiling. On it were various trophies, gold and silver, old and new, all sealed with a thin layer of dust.

The one on the left was the same, but there were photos on it.

The photo frames were arranged neatly, and one could see the growth process of Qiqi in them.

Jackson Yee's gaze fell on a photo.

On it, a young man and a young woman were holding each other's hands and leaning against each other, smiling like flowers.

The background was the garden of the Jeong Clan's mansion.

The girl was Qiqi, about seventeen years old.

"That's Zeng Wenxuan, Qiqi's childhood playmate."

Zheng Jiajun walked over from behind. "The day after they took this photo, they got into a car accident on their way back with the newly ordered ballet dress.

Zeng Wenxuan shielded Qiqi in front of her and died on the spot. "

He was ten years older than Qiqi, so they didn't play together.

But Zeng Wenxuan and Qiqi were the same age, so they grew up laughing and playing together.

"Qiqi took all the responsibility on herself.

Because the ballet dress could have been delivered to the mansion, but she couldn't wait to get it.

And Zeng Wenxuan, who was preparing for the college entrance exam, didn't want to go out, but Qiqi dragged him out. "

Zheng Jiajun's fingertips fell on the girl's carefree smile.

"Qiqi was seriously injured, and we saved her from the gates of hell.

But when she heard the news of Zeng Wenxuan's death, she slit her wrist and committed suicide that night. "

When she found Qiqi's bleeding wrist on the bed, her mother cried until her eyes were swollen.

"Zeng Wenxuan's parents were bodyguards for the Zheng Family, and they watched Qiqi grow up.

They couldn't bear to lose their only son and Qiqi, so they fabricated a last wish to 'get into B University', which gave Qiqi hope to live on. "

Zeng Wenxuan died on the spot, so how could there be a last wish …

Zheng Jiajun sighed softly. "But from then on, Qiqi couldn't dance ballet anymore."

That snow-white ballet dress stained with scarlet blood had become her eternal nightmare.

Jackson Yee pursed his lips and asked, "Is this the reason for the missing files?"

Zheng Jiajun nodded and pointed to the row of wardrobes on the side of the door, his voice filled with nostalgia.

"Qiqi started learning ballet at the age of three, and at the age of ten, she studied with Maximiliano, who was the guest principal of the La Grande Ballet Troupe.

Guerra studied it.

She entered the Royal Ballet Troupe at the age of fifteen, and was promoted to principal at the age of seventeen. "

The wardrobe was filled with all kinds of ballet dresses, and as Qiqi grew up, the simple children's dresses gradually became more and more intricate.

Zheng Jiajun turned his head, his eyes shining with pride. "At that time, The Times called her the 'White Swan of the Ballet World'."

But when he thought of what happened later, the light in his eyes suddenly dimmed.

"Qiqi was originally studying abroad.

But from then on, getting into B University became her obsession. "

At that time, there was only half a year left before the college entrance examination, and in order to get into B University, Qiqi desperately studied the exam content in Huaxia.

But because of the limited time, she could only get into Z University in the end.

Although Z University was already ranked second in G Province and top ten in Huaxia, she only had B University in her eyes.

This was also the reason why Qiqi decided to take the postgraduate entrance examination.

"So, when I arranged for you to study in B City, I deliberately chose B University between B University and Q University to see if it could alleviate the problem." Zheng Jiajun smiled. "But it seems that it didn't work."

In front of the shelf, he gently wiped the dust on the trophy with a handkerchief. "Qiqi wanted to throw these things away, but my parents couldn't bear it, so they moved all the things here and gave the key to Qiqi.

I hoped that one day, she would be able to come back here and regain her dream. "

"What a pity …"

Zheng Jiajun looked at Jackson Yee and raised his eyebrows. "Until you came here today, Qiqi had never used this key to open this door.

That's why I couldn't believe it. "

But four years later, Qiqi gave the key to Jackson Yee, allowing him to open the memories here.

Then, could he have extravagant hopes that one day, Qiqi would bravely return here to face all of this?

"Okay.

That's the end of the story. "Zheng Jiajun shrugged and handed the silver key back to Jackson." See for yourself.

I'm leaving now. "

After Zheng Jiajun left, Jackson Yee carefully looked at every trophy and every photo on the shelf.

He also found a diary. Between the lines, Qiqi's incomparable love for ballet, as well as her expectations and expectations for her future achievements in ballet.

Here, he understood a more complete and vivid Qiqi.

Jackson Yee left the Jeong Clan's mansion before Qiqi's father, Mr. Zheng, returned home. He took the evening flight back to B City.

When he returned to the ocean villa, Jackson Yee felt the familiar dizziness and immediately fell unconscious.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself sitting on the flight back to Huaxia from Paris. Fat Tiger was sleeping soundly next to him.

Shit！

Jackson Yee couldn't help but curse, just like Zheng Jiajun did that day.

It was winter in B City, and her body fell in the snow. He didn't know if Qiqi would be okay when she returned to her body.

But the plane had just taken off, and they couldn't make a phone call. Even though Jackson Yee was worried to death, there was nothing he could do. He could only pray.

At seven o 'clock in the morning, Jackson Yee and Fat Tiger finally rushed back to the ocean villa. Cheng Chia-chi happened to come downstairs.

"You're back?" Seeing the two of them, Cheng Chia-chi smiled and nodded.

Jackson Yee walked up and asked anxiously, "Are you okay?" The servants and housekeepers were all on the first floor, so he couldn't say it clearly.

Cheng Chia-chi patted the back of his hand to comfort him. "I'm fine.

The bodyguards helped me back. "

Fortunately, when "Cheng Chia-chi" went out, there would be bodyguards following her from afar, so they could help her up as soon as she fainted. Otherwise, when she returned to her body, she would have been frozen in the snow for at least five minutes.

"You go rest first.

We'll talk about it later. "

Seeing that he wanted to say something, Cheng Chia-chi said softly, "I'm going to Dr. Han's place."

Jackson Yee was slightly taken aback, but he still nodded.

Cheng Chia-chi took the handbag from the maid, said goodbye to Fat Tiger, and walked out.

…

"… I heard from Jiajun that the Zeng couple called a few days ago and wanted you to go to the United States to visit them … You know, everyone loves you …"

"… I know."

"… So, come back to our place, okay …"

"… Okay."

…

Jackson Yee originally thought that he wouldn't be able to sleep, but because of the time difference, he didn't expect to sleep until three o 'clock in the afternoon.

Qiqi hadn't come back yet.

And Mother Yi called him again to ask him to go home. Thinking that he hadn't been home for a long time, he could only take advantage of the 24 hours after his soul returned to its original place to go home.

He and Qiqi could only choose to deal with some of their important matters during this time.

After dinner at eight o 'clock in the evening, although Mother Yi was reluctant to let him stay, Jackson Yee still refused to stay the night.