1：Is her ideal still alive

    Sukie　sat　hunched　over　her　desk，　her　eyes　strained　from　staring　at　the　computer　screen　for　hours　on　end.　The　office　was　dimly　lit，　with　only　the　flickering　fluorescent　lights　above　and　the　soft　glow　of　computer　monitors　providing　illumination.　It　was　well　past　office　hours，　and　most　of　her　colleagues　had　already　gone　home.　The　city　outside　was　alive　with　the　hum　of　traffic　and　the　distant　sounds　of　nightlife，　but　Sukie　was　trapped　in　the　monotonous　grind　of　her　job.

    She　sighed　deeply，　rubbing　her　temples　in　an　attempt　to　alleviate　the　throbbing　headache　that　had　been　building　all　day.　Her　phone　buzzed　on　the　desk，　and　she　glanced　at　the　screen　to　see　a　message　from　her　best　friend，　Jack.

    ＊Jack＊:　＂Still　at　the　office?　Need　a　drink?＂

    Sukie　couldn，t　help　but　smile.　Jack　always　knew　when　she　needed　a　break.　She　quickly　typed　back　a　response.

    ＊Sukie＊:　＂You　know　me　too　well.　Meet　you　at　our　usual　spot　in　30?＂

    ＊Jack＊:　＂See　you　there.＂

    Sukie　powered　down　her　computer　and　gathered　her　things.　As　she　stepped　out　of　the　office　building，　she　was　greeted　by　the　cool　night　air，　a　welcome　contrast　to　the　stuffy　office　environment.　The　streets　were　bustling　with　people，　and　the　city　lights　cast　a　warm，　inviting　glow　on　the　surroundings.　She　made　her　way　to　the　bar　where　she　and　Jack　often　met　to　unwind.

    Jack　was　already　there　when　she　arrived，　sitting　at　a　small　table　near　the　back.　He　waved　her　over，　a　wide　grin　on　his　face.　Jack　was　the　kind　of　friend　who　could　always　make　her　laugh，　no　matter　how　tough　her　day　had　been.　His　easygoing　nature　and　sharp　wit　were　a　perfect　foil　to　her　more　reserved　and　introspective　personality.

    ＂Hey，　you　made　it，＂　he　said　as　she　slid　into　the　seat　opposite　him.　＂Rough　day?＂

    ＂Rough　week，＂　Sukie　replied　with　a　weary　smile.　＂But　at　least　it，s　over.　Thanks　for　suggesting　this.　I　needed　it.＂

    Jack　raised　his　glass　in　a　toast.　＂To　surviving　another　week.＂

    ＂To　surviving，＂　Sukie　echoed，　clinking　her　glass　against　his.

    As　they　chatted　and　laughed，　Sukie　felt　the　stress　of　the　day　begin　to　melt　away.　Jack，s　presence　was　like　a　balm　to　her　frazzled　nerves.　They　talked　about　everything　and　nothing，　from　work　dramas　to　their　favorite　TV　shows.　For　a　few　hours，　Sukie　could　forget　about　the　pressures　of　her　job　and　just　enjoy　the　moment.

    It　was　late　by　the　time　they　left　the　bar.　The　streets　had　quieted　down，　and　the　city　seemed　to　be　settling　into　a　peaceful　slumber.　Jack　walked　her　to　her　apartment，　as　he　always　did，　making　sure　she　got　home　safely.

    ＂Thanks　for　tonight，　Jack，＂　Sukie　said　as　they　reached　her　building.　＂I　really　needed　this.＂

    ＂Anytime，　Sukie.　You　know　I，m　always　here　for　you，＂　Jack　replied，　giving　her　a　warm　hug.　＂Get　some　rest，　okay?＂

    ＂I　will.　Goodnight，　Jack.＂

    ＂Goodnight，　Sukie.＂

    Sukie　watched　as　Jack　walked　away，　feeling　a　pang　of　gratitude　for　his　friendship.　She　headed　inside　and　made　her　way　up　to　her　apartment.　It　was　a　small，　modest　place，　but　it　was　her　sanctuary.　She　kicked　off　her　shoes　and　collapsed　onto　the　couch，　too　tired　to　even　think　about　going　to　bed.

    As　she　lay　there，　staring　at　the　ceiling，　her　mind　drifted　back　to　the　conversation　she　had　with　Jack.　He　had　a　way　of　making　her　see　things　differently，　of　reminding　her　that　there　was　more　to　life　than　just　work.　She　resolved　to　take　his　advice　and　start　making　more　time　for　herself.

    Little　did　she　know，　her　life　was　about　to　change　in　ways　she　could　never　have　imagined.

    The　next　morning，　Sukie　woke　up　to　the　sound　of　her　alarm　blaring.　She　groaned　and　rolled　over，　reluctantly　dragging　herself　out　of　bed.　The　weekend　had　arrived，　but　instead　of　feeling　relieved，　she　felt　an　inexplicable　sense　of　foreboding.　She　shook　off　the　feeling　and　went　about　her　morning　routine，　hoping　a　hot　shower　and　a　cup　of　coffee　would　help　clear　her　head.

    After　breakfast，　she　decided　to　take　a　walk　to　clear　her　mind.　The　city　was　already　bustling　with　activity，　but　Sukie　found　solace　in　the　familiar　streets　and　the　rhythm　of　her　footsteps.　As　she　wandered　aimlessly，　she　found　herself　drawn　to　a　small，　old－fashioned　bookstore　tucked　away　in　a　quiet　alley.

    Curious，　she　stepped　inside.　The　smell　of　old　books　and　the　soft　rustle　of　pages　greeted　her，　creating　a　sense　of　calm.　She　wandered　through　the　aisles，　running　her　fingers　along　the　spines　of　the　books.　One　book，　in　particular，　caught　her　eye.　It　was　an　ancient－looking　tome　with　a　worn　leather　cover　and　intricate　gold　lettering.

    Sukie　pulled　the　book　from　the　shelf　and　opened　it，　her　eyes　widening　as　she　saw　the　beautiful，　hand－drawn　illustrations　inside.　The　book　seemed　to　be　a　collection　of　stories　and　legends　from　a　long－forgotten　era.　As　she　flipped　through　the　pages，　she　felt　a　strange　sense　of　connection　to　the　stories，　as　if　they　were　calling　out　to　her.

    Lost　in　the　book，　she　didn，t　notice　the　time　passing　until　a　voice　startled　her.

    ＂Interesting　choice，＂　a　deep，　smooth　voice　said　from　behind　her.

    Sukie　turned　to　see　a　tall，　handsome　man　standing　there，　his　dark　eyes　twinkling　with　amusement.　He　was　impeccably　dressed，　and　there　was　an　air　of　mystery　about　him　that　intrigued　her.

    ＂Sorry，　I　didn，t　mean　to　startle　you，＂　he　said　with　a　charming　smile.　＂I，m　Han　Fengling.　I　couldn，t　help　but　notice　you　seem　quite　engrossed　in　that　book.＂

    ＂I，m　Sukie，＂　she　replied，　blushing　slightly.　＂It，s　a　fascinating　book.　Do　you　work　here?＂

    Han　Fengling　shook　his　head.　＂No，　just　a　fellow　book　lover.　But　I，ve　read　that　one　before.　It，s　full　of　intriguing　stories.　Perhaps　I　could　share　some　of　my　favorites　with　you　over　coffee?＂

    Sukie　hesitated　for　a　moment，　but　there　was　something　about　Han　Fengling　that　drew　her　in.　He　seemed　genuine，　and　his　offer　was　tempting.　＂Sure，　why　not?＂

    They　left　the　bookstore　and　found　a　cozy　café　nearby.　Over　steaming　cups　of　coffee，　Han　Fengling　regaled　Sukie　with　tales　from　the　book，　his　voice　smooth　and　captivating.　Sukie　found　herself　hanging　on　his　every　word，　completely　engrossed　in　the　stories.

    As　they　talked，　Sukie　felt　an　inexplicable　connection　to　Han　Fengling.　It　was　as　if　they　had　known　each　other　for　much　longer　than　just　a　few　hours.　He　had　a　way　of　making　her　feel　at　ease，　and　his　presence　was　comforting.

    The　hours　flew　by，　and　before　they　knew　it，　the　sun　was　setting.　Sukie　realized　she　had　spent　the　entire　day　with　Han　Fengling，　lost　in　conversation　and　stories.　It　was　the　most　enjoyable　day　she　had　had　in　a　long　time.

    ＂Thank　you　for　today，　Han　Fengling，＂　Sukie　said　as　they　stood　outside　the　café.　＂I　had　a　wonderful　time.＂

    ＂The　pleasure　was　mine，　Sukie，＂　he　replied　with　a　warm　smile.　＂I　hope　we　can　do　this　again　sometime.＂

    ＂I，d　like　that，＂　Sukie　said，　feeling　a　warmth　in　her　chest　that　she　hadn，t　felt　in　a　long　time.

    As　they　parted　ways，　Sukie　couldn，t　help　but　feel　a　sense　of　anticipation.　There　was　something　about　Han　Fengling　that　was　different，　something　that　made　her　believe　her　life　was　about　to　take　a　new　and　exciting　turn.

    That　night，　Sukie　lay　in　bed，　her　mind　racing　with　thoughts　of　Han　Fengling　and　the　stories　he　had　shared.　She　felt　a　strange　pull　towards　him，　a　sense　of　destiny　that　she　couldn，t　quite　explain.　Little　did　she　know，　this　was　just　the　beginning　of　an　extraordinary　journey　that　would　change　her　life　forever.