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Su Nianhe never imagined she would end up drinking herself into a blackout at a colleague gathering. She was known in the company as the quintessential good girl—meticulous to the point of being almost rigid, never even once late. That night, the glass he handed her was like a key, turning open every hidden crack she had never shown to anyone. She remembered going home with him, smiling, remembered the warm light in the entryway, and then everything sank into a warm darkness. Now the morning light is harsh. She lies in an unfamiliar bed, his breathing right beside her.