The Night I Died, a Storm Raged by the Sea

The first time I met Gu Yin, she was applying for a job as my driver.

She was tall, with delicate features and a quiet manner. Her long hair was loosely tied back, and her arms and legs were long. Even hidden inside an ill-fitting suit, her graceful curves were still apparent.

She was clever. She never needed navigation for roads she'd traveled before, and she was an excellent driver who never braked suddenly. When I looked down at the contract, she quietly rolled up the window, shutting out the sound of the wind.

We worked together for four months. A lot happened during that time, and often she was the only one by my side. She was mild-mannered and never got angry. Sometimes, when I teased her until she was flustered, she would only press her lips together and say, blushing, "Boss, that's not appropriate."

What isn't?

I asked with a smile, but my gaze had wandered.

I knew I was done for. My funding had dried up, I couldn't win the lawsuit, and employees were quitting one after another. Countless people wanted to see me go to hell.

That rainy night, I told Gu Yin to leave first, then drove toward a desolate stretch of coast outside the city. The rain poured down, and there wasn't a single car on the road. Expressionless, I drove at 200 kilometers per hour and hurtled into the sea. Water rushed in, slowly filling the car.

Just before I died, I suddenly felt something. It was the cushion Gu Yin had bought for me. My back was bad, and I hated the heat, so she'd sewn lots of little ice packs into it. The ice packs floated up in the water, bumping against my face again and again.

A question suddenly came to me.

--Did Gu Yin like me too?

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Theme: Fear no hardship. Human determination can triumph over fate.