A terminally ill max-level rich woman transmigrated into a book, becoming the pitiful fake heiress female supporting character.
Zhi Yun originally wanted to seriously experience an ordinary l...
When Ji Chen opened his eyes, he saw Teng Qianqian's face close to him.
Such a close distance.
Looking at him without blinking.
Ji Chen reached out his hand, wanting to touch Teng Qianqian's face, and said with emotion: "It's great that we can be together in heaven and on earth. I can rest in peace."
Teng Qianqian took away his hand that was touching her face, then reached out and twisted Ji Chen's face.
Neither light nor heavy.
"hiss--"
Ji Chen hissed, frowned, and said aggrievedly, "It hurts."
Teng Qianqian smiled, "Do you know it hurts?"
Ji Chen nodded: "I know."
Teng Qianqian: "Since you feel the pain, get up. It's time to eat."
After saying that, Teng Qianqian stood up, took a shirt and threw it on Ji Chen's face. Ji Chen took the shirt off and looked at Teng Qianqian blankly: "What's wrong with me?"
Teng Qianqian turned around and glanced at him: "It's time to eat."
A few minutes later—
Ji Chen stood in front of the mirror, looking at his face and body in the mirror...
Didn't he shoot himself?
He committed suicide...
Suicide in front of her.
Leave this world with her.
He is always with her.
All this seemed like a dream, but not at the same time. Ji Chen couldn't tell the difference. He turned on the faucet and scooped up the water to wash his face.
The water was very strong, and the cool feeling of the water splashing on his face slowly soothed and calmed the uneasiness in his heart.
When Ji Chen came out of the bathroom, he saw Teng Qianqian standing at the door and glaring at him.
"Teng Qianqian." He called her name seriously.
Teng Qianqian responded and called his name: "Ji Chen."
Ji Chen said: "Yes, it's me."
Teng Qianqian said, "That's me too."
Ji Chen opened his arms and hugged Teng Qianqian.
Hug tightly.
Everything was back on track, and things were getting better and better from then on.
Ji Chen cried like an idiot, "I thought I would never see you again, Teng Qianqian... I really thought I would never see you again... Do you know how grateful I was when I opened my eyes and saw you? At least God was moved by my sincerity and allowed me to meet you again even after death. I'm so damn lucky."
Teng Qianqian patted his back and said, "Just think of this as a dream."
It can only be regarded as a dream.
For Ji Chen, or for her, it was a terrible nightmare.
Yan Zhi created the illusion of all this.
He did this just because he wanted to know and see with his own eyes what choice Ji Chen would make for her after he learned that she was sick and seriously ill.
Should I leave her or continue to stay by her side?
For Ji Chen, all this seemed to be a test of whether he loved Teng Qianqian that much.
But for Ji Chen, it was a test of his mental endurance.
It all came to a perfect end when he decided to put a gun to his own head.
Soon——
Yanzhi left.
After he posted a Weibo post announcing that he would temporarily retire from the entertainment industry to study abroad, he disappeared. It seemed like no one knew where he went and no one had any trace of him.
Just left like that.
Teng Qianqian never asked where Yan Zhi had gone. She knew that since Yan Zhi had left quietly, he definitely didn't want others to know where he was.
Time is the best medicine to heal wounds.
However, affectionate people always treat the feelings they cannot let go of as shackles, which cause their skin to be torn and flesh to be repeatedly infected and cannot be cured.
Only by healing yourself and learning to let go can you avoid permanent scars.