My ninth anniversary with my boyfriend.

As usual, he booked a restaurant, prepared roses, and even gave me an expensive necklace.

Halfway through the meal, he hurriedly went out to take a phone call.

When he came back, he just said, "There's an urgent matter at the company, I have to go handle it," and left.

Leaving me alone with a table full of steaks, pasta, and desserts.

Not wanting it to go to waste, I called a friend to come over and eat.

Seeing my unhappy expression, Xiao Yu advised me:

"Don't be sad, Qin Shi just got promoted to General Manager of the Greater China region, so he's bound to be busier.

"Look, even though he's busy, he didn't forget to post on his social media to commemorate your ninth anniversary."

I opened my phone, and Qin Shi had just updated a social media post three minutes ago.

"Time flies, it's already our ninth year."

My eyes welled up, and I liked the post.

I was about to comment, "Where did you find this photo? I don't remember taking a photo like this myself."

However, the next moment, that social media post disappeared.

At that moment, Xiao Yu asked me in confusion:

"When did you take this photo? It feels like you but also not quite like you, I can't quite put my finger on it."

I took a look, and it was a screenshot of Qin Shi's recent social media post.

At first glance, it did look like me, but upon closer inspection, there was a sense of fragility in her eyes and brows.

While my eyes and brows often carried a sense of steadfastness from years of experience in the workplace.

This wasn't just my own observation, but a common evaluation from business partners after a decade of honing my skills in the industry.

This sense of determination allowed me to excel in the workplace.

I zoomed in on the photo and noticed a rose tattoo on the index finger of her right hand.

I glanced at my own right hand, which was bare.

My heart skipped a beat.

I asked Xiao Yu to send me that screenshot, saved it, then dialed Qin Shi's number.

It rang for a long time, but no one answered.

I tried again, with the same result.

Seeing my pale face, Xiao Yu helped me up, "Let me take you home first."

"Okay." I got into her car, and we headed back home.

It was raining heavily outside, and amidst the sound of rain, I stared at the screenshot on my phone.

She wasn't me, but she looked so much like me.

Or perhaps, I looked too much like her.

Just as I was about to call Qin Shi again, the door opened.

Qin Shi came in, drenched from head to toe.