Love?

In the aftermath of Si Jian's heart-wrenching revelation, the room seemed to hang heavy with the weight of their shared pain. Huan Jing, the feared mafia prodigy, and Si Jian, his loyal lawyer, were both broken in their own ways. The barriers that had separated them for so long crumbled in that moment of vulnerability.

"One day I ran away,that day I had suffered from such a panic attack that made me go feral….completely feral and suddenly I was mightier than your gaurds and parents….I injured your father's leg and ran away…I killed some of your gaurds…I ran away and took shelter at a house…the house was of Butler Zhao..and she was the one who understood me,educated me and accepted me to love me like her daughter and friend even after knowing whatever happened with me….we came back to Vermont soon…I had to go through a treatment of seven months..but once the sanity is lost it never comes back and so butler zhao acccpeted my decision to avenge myself and my family….and then my years passed gathering every information,learning about hacking and planting the camera's and software's and devices in your lair….now you get it????you're happy now after knowing all this ??? Is it okay now Sir Huan Jing?"

The man who had caused so much suffering was, in that moment, suffering himself.

Si Jian, her voice exhausted from recounting her painful past, watched as Huan Jing's facade crumbled. Her eyes, swollen from her own tears, met his gaze, and in that exchange, they shared a profound understanding. The roles had reversed, and it was now Huan Jing who was exposed, raw, and vulnerable.

Their sobs filled the room, an agonizing symphony of pain. For a brief moment, they were not the formidable figures of the criminal underworld but two broken souls bound by tragedy. The boundaries between victim and perpetrator blurred, and they clung to each other for support in this sea of despair.

Hours passed in this shared agony, neither of them uttering a word. The weight of their past sins and sufferings was too heavy to put into words. They had glimpsed each other's humanity, and it was a revelation that shook them both to their core.

Finally, as the first rays of dawn broke through the window, Si Jian gently disentangled herself from Huan Jing's embrace. She wiped away her tears and, with newfound resolve, said, "I need some time alone."

Huan Jing nodded, unable to speak, still grappling with the enormity of what he had learned. Si Jian left the room, leaving Huan Jing to confront his demons in solitude.

Si Jian retreated to her home, where she drew a steaming bath. The warm water enveloped her, soothing the ache in her body and soul. As she bathed, she couldn't help but reflect on the events of the night.

In the midst of her own vulnerability, she had seen a side of Huan Jing that she never thought existed—the man behind the terror, a man scarred by his own family's cruelty. She had expected to despise him for the rest of her life, but the truth was more complex.

As the water washed away the remnants of her pain, Si Jian realized that something unexpected had happened. Amidst the tears and anguish, a strange feeling had taken root in her heart—a glimmer of empathy, an understanding of the tortured soul that was Huan Jing.

She thought about how they had both been victims in their own ways, trapped in the web of their circumstances. The hatred that had fueled her for so long began to dissipate, replaced by a strange sense of compassion.

Emerging from the bath, Si Jian wrapped herself in a warm towel and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes, though still haunted, held a newfound clarity. She had started to see beyond the monster that Huan Jing had portrayed, and it had stirred something deep within her.

Si Jian returned to the room, and she sat still in a state of disarray. She couldn't get her mind off the thought that what made Huan Jing like this? She felt recognition, understanding, and perhaps, against all odds, a spark of connection.

In that shared moment of vulnerability and brokenness, they realized that they were both prisoners of their pasts, victims of their families' dark legacies.

In the midst of their brokenness, an unexpected bond had formed, one that had the power to transform their lives in ways they could never have imagined. Love, forgiveness, and redemption were possibilities they had never considered before.

As Si Jian stood before the mirror, the soft glow of the vanity lights casting a warm halo around her, she had every intention of going through her usual skincare routine with the same precision she applied to everything in her life. But tonight was different; tonight, the weight of her past had caught up with her.

She began by carefully cleansing her face, the gentle strokes of her fingertips massaging away. But as the makeup dissolved and her reflection stared back at her, Si Jian couldn't help but see the vulnerability in her own eyes.

A solitary tear welled up and slowly trickled down her cheek, like a tiny crack in the dam she had built to contain her emotions. Si Jian, the lawyer who had faced the darkest of criminals without flinching, was unraveling before her own reflection.

As she moved on to the next step, applying a hydrating serum, her hands trembled. The cool liquid touched her skin, but it was as if it were seeping into her very soul, awakening emotions she had buried deep within.

Si Jian's breaths grew uneven as she reached for her moisturizer. Her hands fumbled with the cap, and a second tear joined the first on her flushed cheeks. She tried to focus on the soothing ritual of self-care taking deep breaths and fixing her expression into a smile, but the memories of her traumatic past were relentless, refusing to be pushed aside any longer.

As she applied the moisturizer, Si Jian's thoughts wandered to the night she had bared her soul to Huan Jing, the mafia prodigy. The night when she had finally revealed the depths of her pain and vulnerability. It was a stark contrast to the image she had always projected—strong, unyielding, and unbreakable.

Her mind replayed the moments of that confession, the anguish in her voice, the tears she had shed, and the way her vulnerability had cracked open a door she never thought could be breached. I

She slapped herself….tears trickling down and she tried to stop her sobs..her breathing disheaveled…

Si Jian's hands quivered as she applied her moisturizer, her face now awash with tears. She could no longer ignore the pain that had been festering beneath the surface for so long. The skincare routine that had once been a soothing ritual had become a battleground for her emotions.

As she reached for her eye cream, Si Jian couldn't help but focus on the reflection of her eyes—the windows to her soul. They held the weight of her past, the trauma, and the scars that were both visible and hidden. She saw herself as she truly was, not the formidable lawyer, but a person who had endured unspeakable horrors.

With trembling hands, Si Jian applied the eye cream, her breath hitching as she felt the cool, soothing texture. Tears continued to flow freely, her breakdown as unstoppable as a river bursting its banks. She had tried to be strong for too long, and now, in the solitude of her room, the floodgates had opened.

Si Jian leaned against the bathroom counter,she was shaking with sobs, as she let go of the facade she had clung to for so long. The skincare routine that had started with such determination had turned into a cathartic release of pent-up emotions.

She quickly wiped off her tears and looked back at her reflection and smiled like a creep…

"The glory is mine and so is the defeat and the pain is mine and so is the healing.."

She whispered as she came closer to her reflection with a creepy psychotic smile…eyes red from pain, breaking down and crying..she wiped her tears and laughed like a psychopath..and tear fell from her eyes and it boiled her rage above the brim of her patience and she banged her fist on the mirror…the mirror shattering down… she smiled and wiped her tears as she looked at the broken mirrors…

"I'll have to re do the skincare routine now..it's all because of you…" she whispered angrily at the mirror….