Yaritza said, "Zachary, don't let anyone know you were injured when you returned home. Let's pretend that today's incident never happened." "Yes!" Secretary Rowe replied and left the room. Yaritza sighed silently, turned around, and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Zachary. She couldn't help but think, "Zachary, whether it was in my or your past life, we owe each other. We're destined to be intertwined in this lifetime." She could see what Zachary was trying to do. She wasn't made of steel and could feel how he cared for her, like a newborn baby. For the first time, Yaritza's heart ached for Zachary. His pain was a manifestation of his love for her. Zachary's pain also meant being close to her and enduring hardships. Pain and unwillingness intertwined. Yaritza sat quietly on the edge of the bed for a while, and Secretary Rowe brought her a mat and cleaning tools. After washing her face, she noticed that Zachary was awake while she was getting ready to sleep. Zachary struggled

The dreary weather didn't attract many customers to the shop, resulting in only a few sporadic takeout orders. The shop assistant skillfully handled the incoming orders, processing them one by one on the interface. Suddenly, a faint sound of the door opening reached his ears, and the fine drizzle that had been held at bay made its presence known, carrying a slight chill.Surprised, the shop assistant looked up. "Welcome to Tea Encounter."The customer was Zachary. The rain had slightly dampened his hair, causing it to cling to his pale face. There were small water stains on his shirt."Just a cup of milk tea, nothing else."Zachary appeared too pale and wore a lot of blacks. The rainy backdrop lent his delicate features an otherworldly quality as if he were a creature that only emerged on rainy days.Do creatures also enjoy milk tea?"Sure, would you like it hot?" The shop assistant pushed aside the strange thought and handed his own new towel to Zachary. "You can use this to dry off.

Lawson Wright is approaching sixty years old. He has spent half of his life working in the Special Investigation Division. He has a strong and robust physique and carries a middle-aged and elderly universal insulated cup. He drinks three cups of wolfberry tea every day and claims to look forty when he's out and about.When Wright speaks, he exudes a commanding presence. According to Zachary, he has a "confident and persuasive manner that's perfect for fooling spirits." Perhaps due to his extensive paperwork, he always likes to summarize the main points during conversations. He is known as the "master of persuasion" in the Special Investigation Division.As soon as he starts talking, Zachary, who is in the car, realizes that his nap was in vain. He tosses his phone on the mahogany table and slumps into the leather chair, fully embodying a relaxed and carefree demeanor.Lawson Wright clears his throat, sitting opposite him, inadvertently captivating him. Unable to bear seeing him lookin

Camacho City seemed plagued by an unrelenting curse as rain continued to pour incessantly. The downpour relentlessly pounded against the window, resembling the anguished cries of tormented souls yearning for justice. It was as if they had congregated around the small temple, demanding retribution. Unsurprisingly, Zachary's sleep was haunted by nightmarish dreams. Gradually, the strange and vivid dreams faded, and he found himself awake in the middle of the night, staring blankly at the ceiling. The dark, lightless room offered an eerie and deceptive sense of security, but it couldn't dispel the biting cold of the rainy night. After collecting his thoughts, his mind slowly regained clarity. The digital alarm clock emitted a faint glow, revealing that it was 2:30 in the early morning. Zachary reached out groggily and switched on the bedside lamp. He made a phone call, but there was no response from the other end. He tried again, and it wasn't until the seventh attempt that someone an

After leaving the restroom, Zachary took a detour and headed in the opposite direction of the restrooms, heading toward the second floor. As he approached the Watts Building, he couldn't help but notice two gazes coming from the second floor. One seemed carefree, belonging to a child engrossed in a game of espionage, either curious about the new transfer student or attempting to intimidate their classmates. However, the other gaze seemed more mature, lacking the innocence of childhood. Although it was brief and disappeared quickly, even Zachary didn't initially notice it, but his instincts kicked in. Zachary's intuition told him that the person was among the crowd before him. He decided to circle, going from the first to the third floor, but the person seemed to be well-acquainted with the layout of the building. They skillfully navigated various staircases, corners, and students' movements, avoiding entering any classrooms while Zachary struggled to keep up. The students around h