Qingsen Mental Hospital.
A black Rolls-Royce stopped at the gate.
"Sir," the secretary opened the car door.
A young man stepped out of the car, handed the documents in his hand to the secretary, and then strode up the steps. The black trousers pulled out sharp folds with each movement.
"You're here," the Dean quickly descended a few steps, approached the man, and said, "She's still alive, just occasionally goes crazy when she sees the news."
The man nodded slightly.
The Dean glanced at his expression and didn't say much more, turning to lead the way.
Arriving at the ward, the man raised his hand to push open the small glass window, revealing the iron bars inside.
Inside the ward, Li Qingqing heard the noise but didn't even lift her head.
After being confined here for so long, due to the monotonous and regular hospital life and stable food supply, her figure wasn't weak...
If you ignored her neurotic expressions and the dark circles under her eyes, she still looked like a normal person.
The Dean asked, "Do you want to go in and see her?"
"No need," the man said, his tone indifferent.
It sounded a bit familiar.
Li Qingqing neurotically lifted her head, and when her gaze fell on him, her pupils suddenly dilated, revealing a trace of fear and shock.
...Sheng Yuxiao!
It was the image of Sheng Yuxiao she had seen in the news in her previous life, already grown up.
Li Qingqing suddenly lunged forward, gripping the bars and asking frantically, "Did I get it right? The predictions I made, those... did they come true? I'm not crazy."
"Sheng Yuxiao, I'm not crazy!"
Sheng Yuxiao took half a step back, distancing himself from Li Qingqing.
Li Qingqing's pent-up restlessness and despair surfaced, with nowhere to vent, she could only bite hard on the bars.
The Dean said, "Her mania seems to have worsened."
Li Qingqing quickly let go of the bars in fear.
Sheng Yuxiao watched her ridiculous actions but didn't show any emotion.
"I came to tell you that none of your predictions were accurate."
Li Qingqing frantically pounded on the bars: "Impossible, impossible! It should have been like this! It was like this in my previous life!"
"Previous life?"
Desperate to seize the last chance, Li Qingqing no longer pretended to have any prophetic abilities.
"In my previous life, Li Xiaoya and Xu Ruying had a bad relationship, she didn't associate with Ning Heng, she didn't know Qin Sui, there was no Zhang Family, no Wei Family..."
Sheng Yuxiao interrupted, "So, in your previous life, it was just me?"
"Y-yes..." Li Qingqing scratched her hair, why are you only focusing on this?
Sheng Yuxiao was silent for a moment, his expression indiscernible.
Li Qingqing banged her head against the wall: "Maybe this life is just a dream, and the previous life was real..."
She muttered to herself: "How could someone have such a smooth life?"
Sheng Yuxiao sneered coldly: "The hardships she endured are described as smooth sailing by you."
Li Qingqing argued hoarsely: "But she got you all! Isn't that enough?"
Sheng Yuxiao's thin lips parted, spitting out two words: "Neurotic."
Li Qingqing was stung by these words, her body trembling slightly, but she still insisted on continuing: "Let me die. If this is a dream, then it must be my dream. Only I have the memories of my previous life. Let everything return to its original state..."
Li Qingqing stared intently at Sheng Yuxiao's expression, her voice trembling: "Are you regretting it, Mr. Sheng? You also think the previous life was better, right?"
Sheng Yuxiao lifted his eyelids: "She has everything and it's not too much. If what you said is true, and there was no Wei Family, no Zhang Family, nothing in the previous life... then why would it be worth going back?"
"She should have her family, her friends, countless people who cherish her and soothe her childhood wounds."
"If all this is because of you, then you can forget about dying this life, even if you're on your deathbed, I'll have someone keep you alive, keep you hanging on..."
"If you die, I'll have your brain removed. Have you heard of the brain in a vat?"
"Even if you can only be immersed in a pool of liquid in the future, I'll still make sure you 'live' in this world."
Li Qingqing shivered.
Even the Dean outside the door couldn't help but shrink his shoulders.
"Let's go," Sheng Yuxiao turned around.
The Dean exhaled and followed, asking, "Will you come again later?"
Before Sheng Yuxiao could answer, the Dean suddenly remembered: "By the way, if her family comes looking for her, what should I say?"
Sheng Yuxiao asked, "You're saying this, so someone has already come looking?"
"Yes, a man came to find her, but I said I needed to ask you first, and that person left, hasn't come back since. It happened a few days ago."
"A man?"
"Yes, with a scruffy beard and a small braid, a bit like a foreigner, but not quite..."
"Mixed-race?"
"Possibly."
"Show me the surveillance footage."
"Alright!"
After about ten minutes, Sheng Yuxiao saw the man's figure on the computer screen.
After enlarging the face, it looked a bit familiar.
"Who is this person? He didn't give his name," the Dean asked concernedly, "Is he a family member of Li Qingqing?"
"No," Sheng Yuxiao denied.
The temperament was completely different.
"Then why did he come looking for Li Qingqing?" the Dean wondered.
A beard, braided hair, walking with his head down... this was an attempt to blur his own image.
Mixed-race, a man, knowing Li Qingqing, but someone Li Qingqing would never have contact with.
Sheng Yuxiao's gaze flickered and he opened a folder on his phone.
Inside were all the pictures Li Xiaoya had sent him from childhood to now.
He searched for a while before finding the photo sent from Atlanta a few years ago—
In the photo was a mixed-race youth.
The mastermind behind almost causing Qin Sui's sister to die.
"Meet Li Qingqing again."
"Alright, I'll lead the way for you," the Dean bent down to turn off the computer.
Li Qingqing didn't expect Sheng Yuxiao to return.
She was excited and thrilled, her eyes flickering with dim light: "Are you regretting it, Mr. Sheng? You also think the previous life was better, right?"
Sheng Yuxiao held up his phone towards her: "Do you know this person?"
Li Qingqing was instantly drenched in cold water, she glanced quickly: "No, Mr. Sheng, what do you mean?"
Sheng Yuxiao said, "Open the door."
The Dean nodded and took out the access card.
The door "beeped" and opened, Sheng Yuxiao strode in.
Li Qingqing felt like she had grown taller, but in front of Sheng Yuxiao, she still seemed like a powerless ant. She slumped onto the bed, the restraints on her hands instantly tightening to the extreme.
"Look carefully," Sheng Yuxiao's tone was slightly stern.
"N-no, I really don't know... I looked carefully." Li Qingqing trembled.
Sheng Yuxiao lowered his head in silence.
Half a minute later, he said softly, "It seems to be someone like you, but also not quite."
"W-what?" Li Qingqing asked in a daze.
Sheng Yuxiao exited the photo album and walked out while making a phone call.
The call was quickly answered.
Li Qingqing heard him call softly to the person on the other end: "Xiaoya."
