Lying on the operating table, Fu Yanshen recalled the past with a heart full of regret.

He never proposed to her, never bought her a wedding ring, preferably one designed by Alice, her favorite jewelry designer… She had never worn a wedding dress. Once, when they passed by a bridal shop called Vivian, she subtly hinted at it to him many times… They had never had a wedding ceremony…

Maybe in the next life.

In the next life, he will definitely love her well.

The anesthesiologist came over to prepare to administer anesthesia.

Fu Yanshen resignedly closed his eyes.

"Fu Yanshen, where are you?"

I could hear her crying; her sorrowful tone betrayed her helplessness.

Various images intertwined in my mind.

He saw Sheng Qiaoqiao run barefoot into the road, and a construction vehicle sped by and hit her, sending her flying...

The moment the needle pierced his skin, Fu Yanshen sat up from the operating table.

...

After evading pursuit and overcoming numerous obstacles to return to China, Fu Yanshen found Sheng Qiaoqiao's cold, lifeless body.

She died in a car accident, taking two lives with her unborn child.

...

Later, he took her ashes and went to the depths of the sea.

The sea breeze was biting, and dark clouds rolled in.

On the deck, the man raised a black pistol, pointed the muzzle at his temple, and slowly pulled the trigger...

In an instant, Sheng Qiaoqiao's voice rang in my ears again:

"Fu Yanshen, where are you?!"

More images flooded into his mind like a tidal wave.

*

Paris, France

"The Möbius strip symbolizes infinitely cyclical love, eternity, and infinity. Furthermore, in philosophy and religion, life is viewed as a continuous cycle. The infinitely cyclical nature of the Möbius ring perfectly aligns with this concept, making it a symbol of the cycle of life."

"People who wear the Möbius ring believe that although life is short, the soul can achieve immortality in the cycle of reincarnation!"

Inside the exhibition hall, the mother stood on the stage, explaining to the guests the jewelry she designed based on the concept of the "Möbius strip".

I held a platinum Möbius strip ring she designed in my hand, admiring and playing with it carefully.

Life is a continuous cycle. In the next life, will Fu Yanshen and I meet again?

In this life, I've come to understand; I cannot let him down.

I want to live a good life.

...

After the exhibition ended, all the priceless jewels were packed up, escorted by armed guards, and taken to the airport.

As we drove into the suburbs, our tire suddenly blew out, and gunshots rang out all around us.

We encountered robbers.

The robbers forced us out of the car, pointed a gun at my mother's head, and demanded that she open all the safes.

"Okay, okay, I'll cooperate, as long as you don't kill us," the mother said calmly in fluent French.

She always regarded money as something external to herself.

They obediently opened the safes one by one, and we watched helplessly as the robbers stuffed all the jewelry into cloth bags.

But they didn't want to let us go and attempted to kill us to silence us.

The robber pointed his gun at my head, and then, a gunshot rang out...

"Qiaoqiao!"

The mother panicked and shouted.

...

It wasn't me who fell, it was the robber.

Two more gunshots rang out, and the robbers fell to the ground one after another. I looked in the direction of the gunshots—

Amidst the pervasive pale blue smoke, a man dressed entirely in black—black leather military boots, jeans, a stand-up collar jacket, and a neat buzz cut—stood nearby.

He put down his pistol and strode towards me.

The man had deep-set eyes, a cold and capable demeanor, and looked like he was twenty years old when he first became my bodyguard.

...

He didn't die; he came back alive.

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