These images capture every moment of Jill Young and her group’s journey.
On the private jet, Kathy Yang curiously pokes around, touching everything, while Jill Young calmly munches on meatballs in the back.
After landing, the group rides a luxury car through the streets of Hong Kong. The little girl presses her face to the window, mouth agape at the cityscape, or tugs Jill Young’s sleeve, bombarding her with questions. And Jill? Still calmly eating meatballs.
They change into long-sleeved shirts and stroll down the trendy shopping district, eventually entering Eternal Night Holdings Group’s flagship store for the 'Saint Garments Society' brand. The girl with glasses personally acts as their shopping guide, helping them pick out clothes suitable for Hong Kong’s climate. Kathy Yang is dizzy from the dazzling world of fashion, her eyes spinning like mosquito coils. Meanwhile, Jill Young picks out clothes while, you guessed it, calmly eating meatballs.
They have lunch at the fanciest hotel owned by Eternal Night Holdings Group, accompanied by the company’s celebrities. Following the top directive of 'don’t make it too over the top,' only a few stars attend the welcome banquet, but each one is a bona fide superstar—from legendary old-school icons to the hottest new idols. It’s a star-studded lineup.
Kathy Yang is so starstruck she’s practically tipsy, wobbling as she walks. She even goes up and pinches the cheek of a certain superstar surnamed Zhou, pulls out her phone to compare photos, and then plops down in her seat, dazed: 'This—this is a miracle. This is really a miracle… The miracle level is off the charts, it’s making me dizzy. I need a moment. Let me recover…'
Her antics get a big laugh from everyone—even Jill Young, still chewing meatballs, cracks a smile. Jonathan Black, watching through the tablet screen, can’t help but laugh too. The Queen’s cousin really is a character; maybe this is what sibling vibes are all about.
Still, no matter how much Kathy Yang steals the show, Jonathan Black’s focus is never on her, but on the middle-aged woman quietly following Jill Young and John Yang, smiling as she watches the kids ahead.
Jonathan Black keeps clicking through her photos, studying shots of her from every angle. She’s not young anymore—time has left its marks, but hasn’t taken away her beauty.
She has beautiful eyes, brightened by her naturally strong and passionate personality. Years have shaped her grace and motherly warmth, adding a touch of elegant serenity. All these traits blend together, forming a truly striking presence.
Just looking into those eyes, Jonathan Black already feels dazed.
She’s not decked out in jewels—her style is simple and elegant. No makeup, no overly deliberate touches. Yet somehow, Jonathan Black forgets all the celebrities nearby; to him, she’s the brightest star in the world right now.
Even after reading so much about her, Jonathan Black still can’t get enough.
She is Susan Morrow.
Jonathan Black swipes to the next photo. In this one, Susan Morrow looks straight at the camera and smiles. That smile seems to leap out of the photo, crossing the distance and landing right in Jonathan’s mind. It’s as if the smile bridges time itself—from a dream twenty years ago to the present moment.
That smile overlaps with the deepest memory he has, making Jonathan’s eyes blur with emotion.
Abo had investigated long ago: Susan Morrow and Susan Soo are identical twins. Ever since he learned that, Jonathan Black’s been obsessed with the subject.
Books say identical twins start as one person, split by nature’s magic into two. Like splitting a single soul—they share the same genes, have similar yet complementary personalities, and divide strengths and weaknesses right down the middle.
Back then, when Jonathan Black and Soo De did blood tests, the result was 'collateral relatives within three generations.' But if you compared Jill Young or Jack Young’s blood, the result would be 'half-siblings, same mother, different fathers.' Because if you tested Susan Morrow’s blood, there’d only be one result—
Mother and child.
Now, Jonathan Black stares at Susan Morrow’s image, knowing that’s exactly how his mother used to smile.
If she were still alive, she’d look just like she does in that photo.
If she were still alive, she’d have those wrinkles, and wear those clothes.
If she were still alive, she’d have that style, that same elegance and warmth.
If she were still alive, she’d look at me with the same smile, the same gaze as in that photo.
If she were still alive...
Looking at the photo, it almost feels like she’s still alive...
Suddenly, Jonathan Black clutches his head in pain, burying his face in his arms. He yanks at his hair in silent agony, then abruptly lets go, slaps his thigh, and stands up.
Can’t stay here—gotta do something else!
Jonathan Black leaves work, heads back to his room, and starts prepping. He ducks into the bathroom, carefully shaves, then agonizes over which cologne to wear. He stands in front of the closet, trying on outfit after outfit, shaking his head at every single one.
He paces to the left, suddenly turns to the mirror, and practices a handshake: 'Hello, I’m Jonathan Black. Nice to meet you!' Then he looks himself up and down, shakes his head, and mutters, 'Nope, way too stiff.'
He paces to the right, switches it up, and greets the mirror again: 'Hi, Auntie, I’m Jonathan Black—your nephew!' But he slumps, shaking his head. 'Nope, that’s way too abrupt. I’ll scare her.'
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No one in all of Eternal Night Holdings Group could imagine that Jonathan Black—the busy mob boss, the tough, cold-blooded enforcer—would spend so long nervously rehearsing for a simple meeting. He’s restless, pacing back and forth. He picks up his phone, puts it down, wants to ask someone for advice but doesn’t know who or what to ask.
After who knows how long, a sudden phone call interrupts his endless fretting.
Who’s bold enough to interrupt my train of thought?
He frowns, annoyed: 'Yeah? What is it?'
Abo’s voice comes through the phone: 'Boss, your VIP guests are almost here—where are you?'
'What?! They’re almost here already?!' Jonathan snaps back to reality, realizing the whole afternoon has slipped by.
'Yeah, Her Majesty and the others just got off the yacht—they’re already on the island.' Abo hesitates, 'Boss, is something urgent? Should I tell Her Majesty you won’t be at the dinner tonight?'
Jonathan nearly jumps out of his skin: 'No, no, I’m fine! Tell them I’m on my way! Quick, get the helicopter ready—right now, in three seconds, fly me over!' No time to fuss over his outfit—he throws on whatever and bolts out the door.
As a mob boss, he always keeps a helicopter nearby. Three minutes later, with Jonathan’s urging, it’s airborne. The black chopper slices through the city air, over skyscrapers and blue sea, heading for a small island not far from the coast.
This island was personally chosen by Jill Young for her parents—a retreat far from the chaos, clean and smog-free, safe and secure, with both air and sea access, stunning scenery, and fancy amenities. Built to be a paradise, it’s set to become the top family residence for Eternal Night Holdings.
No matter when you look, it’s always breathtaking.
Jonathan, though, is in no mood to admire the view. The helicopter hovers over the helipad, descending slowly, but he can’t wait—he yanks open the door and jumps out from ten meters up. Bam! He lands solidly, then sprints into the estate like a gust of wind.
Abo’s already waiting, pointing the way: 'They’re here—inside!'
Jonathan doesn’t bother with small talk, dashes toward the grand doors. He covers ten meters in a single stride, wind in his face, and hears voices drifting from the living room.
He hears Jill Young’s voice: 'Kathy’s worn out, already gone upstairs to sleep. Mom, how was your day? Pretty eye-opening, right?'
He hears Susan Morrow’s voice: 'Yeah, lots of surprises. I always thought you were exaggerating, but it turns out you weren’t. After you told me about that kid, though, I kinda lost interest in sightseeing. I’ll tour again some other time.'
[That voice—it’s almost exactly like the one in my memories!]
Jonathan suddenly feels like he’s chugged a ton of Red Bull—his whole body’s about to ignite. His legs explode with power, and his fancy shoes instantly split apart. Voices drift from ahead, like dazzling fragments of memory swirling by, turning the corridor into a stairway to heaven.
But just a few steps from the door, Jonathan slams on the brakes. His soles screech, leaving two marks on the floor, and he barely stops at the entrance.
He reaches for the handle, wanting to open the door, but for some reason, his hand freezes in midair.
He’s breathing hard, eyes darting, a thousand thoughts racing through his mind.
[Will the person on the other side accept me? Will she recognize me? Welcome me? Or will she see me as an outsider—a painful reminder she’d rather avoid?]
[Is the person on the other side my last safe harbor, or is this just wishful thinking?]
[After all, if it weren’t for trying to save me, maybe my mother wouldn’t have died…]
Jonathan is strong, maybe the strongest Earthling alive, but a thin door keeps him out. The handle isn’t even locked, but he can’t turn it. Homesick nerves—after nearly thirty years away, he’s as anxious as a lost kid.
But just because he’s frozen doesn’t mean everyone else is.
'By the way, where’s that kid?' Susan Morrow’s voice floats over. 'Is he off work? Can he make it tonight?'
'Don’t worry, Mom—he’d crawl here even if he had two broken legs.' Jill Young’s voice gets closer. 'Now, let me introduce you—here he is!'
The big doors swing open, and Jonathan is hit by a flood of dazzling light. He stares ahead, feeling like everything’s in slow motion.
The grand hall features huge, west-facing curved windows. The golden clouds over the sea shine through, bathing the room in a dreamy, glorious glow.
Looking down, he sees Jill Young—it was her who opened the door, like an angel opening the gates of heaven. Platinum hair floating, Jill winks and smiles, then steps aside.
Jonathan’s gaze moves past Jill Young and lands on Susan Morrow.
Susan Morrow stands in the light, dazed, staring this way: 'You…'
Jonathan stands between light and shadow, dumbfounded: 'I…'
His heart feels ready to explode—or maybe it’s stopped altogether. A thousand words crowd his mind, but his brain is blank. Jonathan stands frozen, not knowing what to do or say. He trembles, afraid to step forward, scared to be rude, scared to be rejected, scared that maybe this is just a beautiful dream.
This is his inner demon, his obsession.
No amount of preparation could help.
But compared to Teacher Yang, he’s lucky. At his most nervous, Susan Morrow moves—she steps forward, then takes another step, raising her hand.
That one step brightens Jonathan’s whole soul. Strength surges back—he steps forward, then again, stumbling but determined. He stops two meters from Susan Morrow, not daring to get closer.
Susan Morrow looks Jonathan over with a deeply complicated gaze: 'I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before…'
'I… I’m… I’m—!' Jonathan gasps for breath, unable to get the words out. He doesn’t know what to say or how to introduce himself.
But then, Susan Morrow steps forward again, naturally placing both hands on Jonathan’s head, gently rubbing it. The gesture, the feeling, the touch—it’s just like a year ago in the maternity ward, just like twenty years ago in his memory. Even her gentle, loving gaze is so familiar.
Susan Morrow, half-awake and deeply nostalgic, says, 'I remember now—it’s you, Xiu Xiu…'
Jonathan shudders, completely stunned—his legs suddenly give out.
A man’s knees are worth gold, but he kneels, slowly.
Men aren’t supposed to cry, but his tears flow like a river.
Choking up, he finally manages to speak, as if pouring out all his strength: 'Auntie… I—I’m your nephew, Su Xiu…'
'Good boy, good boy…' Susan Morrow gently strokes Jonathan’s head, tears rolling down her cheeks. 'You’ve suffered so much…'