"Are you looking at the email?" Wei Zhengsheng suddenly asked.
Xian Guiying paused, holding the phone in her hand and giving a little "hmm". Because of what he said earlier, she didn't open the email. Her fingers remained on the mouse while staring at the bright moon outside the window, not knowing what to say.
"Alright." Following that, a new email notification sounds from Xian Guiying's mailbox. She didn't realize it at first, but Wei Zhengsheng said at the same time, "I've sent something to you. Look at it."
Xian Guiying came back to her senses. She glanced at the computer screen in front of her, but before she asked what he was sending, he said softly, "Sleep early after you tell your daughter a bedtime story. Don't come to the company with a pair of panda eyes tomorrow."
With that, Wei Zhengsheng hung up.
Xian Guiying wordlessly put down her phone and glanced at the computer in front of her. She moved her mouse and opened the latest email with Wei Zhengsheng's name as a sender.
The title of the email was 'Best Days'.
Xian Guiying clicked on the email before clicking on the first picture. It was when she was seventeen or eighteen years old. Her hair was long and black, and her eyes were beautiful. She was carrying a cowboy bag on her back.
This was during the time she climbed the mountain with Xian Zihao and other Xian Enterprise executives. She didn't know she was photographed at that time. She was standing on the mountain.
When did Wei Zhengsheng take it?
The text below the photo read, "She is Xian Guiying, the young, vigorous, generous and confident woman, warm as the spring wind."
The second was the year after, when Xian Guiying went skiing at a ski resort with Xian Zihao, Qin Gengxin, and Wei Zhengsheng. She had tricked Qin Genxin, asking him to carry her down, and Qin Gengxin had said it was too dangerous to carry her, so she simply sat down on the ground and began to make a scene. Xian Zihao, who had never seen Xian Guiying act in such an outrageous way at the time, was stunned. He did not expect such a day to come.
In the photo, she was sitting on the ground with an angry expression on her face. Qin Gengxin suffered a headache as he squatted in front of her and tried to persuade her.
Xian Guiying also didn't know of the existence of this photo.
Further down, every year she was in the United States, there was a photo with a simple sentence attached to it. The sentence was modest and honest, but it recorded everything that happened to her during the year.
It was only in the last two photos that Xian Guiying suddenly realized how much she had changed.
Xian Guiying, who was once confident, was now transformed into President Xian, who was firm and indifferent.
The last photo was of her giving an award at a sporting event for Xian Enterprise's staff this year. She was dressed formally and her eyes were still bright but no longer as great as they were eleven years ago.
At the bottom of the last photo, there was the same line.
"At the crossroads of life, she insisted on walking to the left. I stood in the middle of the intersection for eleven years, waiting for her to turn around."
Xian Guiying's fingers stopped on the mouse and her eyes looked at the lines for a long time. After so long, she silently returned the message over the top and began to look at the first picture again.
The email was titled 'Best Day' and when she saw the last photo, she realized why Wei Zhengsheng gave it such a name.
In these eleven years, Xian Guiying had buried her best moments in the "always to the left path". As she walked, she had long since lost her original self, her former best years, her most beautiful times, and her most beautiful self. In these eleven years, she had almost reached the end of this road that went all the way to the left.
She understood the message. Wei Zhengsheng reminded her that it was time to stop.
What made him do this suddenly? Was it because he saw how Qin Gengxin treated her in a rehabilitation center today? Or because Xian Zihao said something after she left?
All the memories of the eleventh year flashed across her mind. Even when Xian Guiying turned off the computer, her mind was still filled with images from the photos.
Eleven years ago, she stood next to Qin Gengxin in silence. Over the years, she was aware of Wei Zhengsheng's special treatment of her, and she was also aware that someone would often send flowers to her.
Because Wei Zhengsheng understood her temper, he knew that she didn't like being bothered by these things, so he asked the secretary to take out the flowers that people sent over to her and deal with them. This made her feel much more peaceful and allowed her to concentrate on her own work and life.
But for the past eleven years, she had been protected so well that she had almost forgotten to take a look at the surrounding scenery.
After so many years, the honor and success she received in this business world were handed over by her brother, who had given all his trust to her, while for love from a family, everything was given by her brother and her mother.
After so many years had passed, she seemed to have become numb to it.
After looking at these photos and seeing how much she had changed over the years, she finally understood.
It had been so long.
Xian Guiying lay on the bed, tossed and turned, refusing to close her eyes. The door was knocked and then the fresh-smelling Qin Wenqian came in and went to her bed.
"Mommy ~" Qin Wenqian's whole body was filled with the fragrance of baby shower gel. When her small body touched the bed, Xian Guiying immediately hugged her.
Xian Guiying hugged her with a smile, gesturing for the Dalisay and Darna to rest earlier. As they walked out of the room and closed the bedroom door gently, Xian Guiying took the storybook from the bedside table and asked, "Mommy hasn't thought of a good story for you today. How about this, Qianqian choose which story do you want me to tell you?"
"Then mommy, can you tell Qianqian about Snow White and the seven dwarves?"
Xian Guiying smiled and let her daughter lie down next to her. She hugged her small body and said, "Haven't I told this story many times already? You still want to hear it?"
"I love hearing this …" Qin Wenqian blinked innocently, eyes full of hope.
Snow White and the seven dwarfs. Xian Guiying had already told this story to Qin Wenqian five or six times. Presumably, this little girl was born to love hearing the story of that cute little princess.
Xian Giying hugged Qin Wenqian and continued to tell her about Snow White.
