Here is the polished version of Chapter 19.
Chu Luyao wandered the streets of this foreign land like a lost soul.
Her mind was haunted by the caregiver's words, painting a vivid nightmare of Zhou Du's death.
If only she had stayed true to her heart from the beginning, none of this would have happened.
She wouldn't have been completely ignorant of Zhou Du's condition, nor would she have failed to be by his side during his final moments.
The Chu Luyao of now wished she could travel back in time and ruthlessly slap herself across the face.
An Asian man with a build similar to Song Yuhuan spotted Chu Luyao. Seeing her charming, seductive face and her curvaceous figure, his eyes lit up instantly.
He hadn't seen such an exquisite Oriental beauty in a long time.
Feigning refinement, the man approached her with a thick, awkward accent in Chinese.
"Beautiful Pearl of the Orient, would you be interested in going to see the beautiful night view of the Las Vegas Strip together?"
As the man leaned in close to Chu Luyao, his face automatically hallucinated into Song Yuhuan's likeness in her eyes.
Chu Luyao dodged him as if he were a viper or a scorpion, making no effort to hide the sheer disgust in her eyes.
"Get lost."
Chu Luyao's cold, rejecting expression only ignited the man's strong desire for conquest.
He reached out to unbutton his shirt, showing off his proud muscle definition, and attempted to grab Chu Luyao.
In the next instant, the man's hands were firmly locked down by the bodyguards behind Chu Luyao. Chu Luyao delivered a vicious kick directly to his groin.
The man curled up on the ground like a shrimp, howling in pain and cursing through his teeth.
Chu Luyao's tone was cold to the extreme.
"Look at me with those eyes again, and I'll gouge them out."
The man's eyes reminded her of Song Yuhuan. It was nauseating.
When she returned to the hotel, she locked herself in the bathroom, letting the scalding hot water rush over her body.
"Why didn't I reject him sooner?"
"Why..."
Images of her rolling in bed with Song Yuhuan flooded her brain. She scrubbed her skin furiously, as if trying to peel away a layer of filth.
She chanted Zhou Du's name and words of apology over and over again, bordering on madness.
The phone on the bed rang incessantly.
Seeing that real money was on the table, netizens had begun searching for Zhou Du's whereabouts with frenzy.
People all over the world claimed to have seen Zhou Du, yet Chu Luyao was the only one who couldn't find him.
After hearing the news of Zhou Du's death from the caregiver, she had fallen into absolute despair.
She had intended to focus all her energy on finding information about Zhou Du's family to retrieve his body. But just then, her assistant sent several photos.
"Attorney Chu, latest news. Someone saw Zhou Du in Chamonix. We've sent people to verify it. It really is Zhou Du."
The news of Zhou Du rising from the dead reignited Chu Luyao's confidence.
Nothing was more exhilarating, more heart-stirring, than regaining what was lost.
The caregiver's lie must have been instructed by Zhou Du. He didn't want to see Chu Luyao again.
She knew this clearly, but she didn't want to give up this chance of recovery.
Without Zhou Du, she couldn't persist for even a single day.
To her, Zhou Du was as essential for survival as oxygen and water.
Only after Zhou Du left did Chu Luyao realize his importance. She was holding on solely by the sheer force of her obsession.
Until she saw Zhou Du, Chu Luyao dared not sleep. She was terrified of missing even a speck of news regarding him.
When the plane landed and Chu Luyao stepped onto the soil of Chamonix, Zhou Du was boarding a plane leaving Chamonix.
Fate played cruel tricks on them. Once again, due to a twist of timing, she and Zhou Du missed each other.
As Zhou Du's plane took off, Chu Luyao rushed into the hotel where he had stayed.
"This gentleman checked out one hour ago."
Chu Luyao stood frozen in the lobby for a long time, the fingers clutching the photo turning red from the cold.
"Thank you."
Chu Luyao left, her soul lost once again.