Chapter 716: Reincarnation, No Connection

"Go back, I'll buy you your favorite milk tea when I come back." Lu Tingchuan waved to Shen Qing while sitting in the car.

After watching Lu Tingchuan go away, Shen Qing was still standing at the gate leaning against the wall. The wound on her stomach from the caesarean section had not yet healed completely and was aching slightly.

"Miss Shen, please go back."

Aunt Lin reached out to support her. Shen Qing lowered her head and followed Aunt Lin in, then sat next to the two children. She had never held them before. Usually, Aunt Lin held them and fed them, while she watched them from the side and occasionally touched their little hands.

She didn't dare to get too close, for she was afraid that once she got close, she would not want to leave.

The blush on the two children's faces had faded, and their little faces were white and tender. They listened to Shen Qing singing with smiles on their lips.

"Twinkle, twinkle little star, the sky is full of little stars..."

"The stars in the sky are silent, and the dolls on the ground miss their mothers..."

Most of the nursery rhymes Shen Qing sang to her two children contained the word "stars". She liked stars, planted flowers with baby's breath, and watched the stars outside at night.

Wait and Xiangxiang fell asleep after drinking milk and listening to songs. Shen Qing lay beside them and watched quietly. She stretched out her hands and placed them in the babies' palms. As if they had sensed something, the two children grabbed their mother's hands together, holding on tightly like two straws.

She said in a low voice with a hoarse voice: "Wait and think about it. If you behave well in the future, mom will accompany you here... I will watch you from heaven in the future... Watch you grow up slowly, learn to walk, go to school, make friends, fall in love, get married and have children... Promise mom that you will be happy even without mom." Her voice became lower and lower with each word, and in the end, only sobs with breathing remained.

At lunch, Shen Qing had a poor appetite and just drank some soup.

Aunt Lin saw that she looked listless and sleepy, so she took her upstairs to sleep.

Shen Qing takes a nap every day at noon. She sleeps for a long time, about an hour. The servants at home will not disturb her at this time, and will only go in to wake her up when it is almost time.

Today is just like any other day, an ordinary day.

Shen Qing obediently went to bed, covered herself with the quilt, and said "Good afternoon" to Aunt Lin.

"Good afternoon, Miss Shen."

Aunt Lin tucked the quilt carefully for her and saw that she closed her eyes. She turned around and went downstairs to do her own thing.

Hearing the sound of the bedroom door closing, Shen Qing, who had just closed her eyes, suddenly opened them. She counted the time silently in her heart, and about three minutes passed before she got up.

The curtains in the bedroom were drawn and the light was dim. No one would disturb her at this time.

She stood up and stood by the window. Looking down from there, she could see the baby's breath planted in the yard. It was already July, and the baby's breath would bloom in June, but it hadn't bloomed yet. She really didn't have time to wait for it to bloom.

There was no longer the cloudiness in Shen Qing's eyes. She had been foolish before, mistaking Lu Tingchuan for Ah Ming. She stayed by his side obediently, following him foolishly like a little tail.

That night, as she watched Lu Tingchuan play the piano, her dusty memories gradually began to unfold. She slowly became sober and gradually remembered everything.

There was no crying, no quarreling, no fussing, no resentment, and no hatred... She was as calm as boiling water, gradually cooling down in the chaotic memories.

She had been an actress before, after all. Playing a fool next to Lu Tingchuan almost exhausted all her acting skills. She just kept waiting, waiting for the child to be born...

There was nothing in the bedroom. Perhaps Lu Tingchuan was afraid that she would hurt herself, so he took away all the sharp objects. Even the water in the pond in the yard was drained, and railings were added to the windows to prevent her from falling.

Shen Qing placed her hand on the window, breathed out a breath of hot air, and tremblingly wrote the three words "Jiang Yiming" on it. When she wrote the last stroke, tears immediately fell.

"I'm sorry..." How could she forget Jiang Yiming? Jiang Yiming is the light that always illuminates my way home.

He said he would give me a home, but once you leave, there will be no home for me in this world.

Shen Qing dragged the suitcase out from under the bed. The suitcase was originally left in the small apartment she bought.

When Lu Tingchuan took her abroad because she suffered from depression, Lu Tingchuan brought her out. The worn-out suitcase had changed color and had a combination lock on it, which was covered with a layer of dust and dirt and had never been opened.

Lu Tingchuan never bothered to look through Shen Qing's things. He had seen this suitcase always kept by Shen Qing before. He took a glance at what was inside and saw a few books.

Lu Tingchuan was not interested in these. If he had the slightest interest and opened them, he would have found that they contained Shen Qing's dreams and her vision of the future. She had written several novel manuscripts, and the appearance of the male protagonists in them mostly matched Lu Tingchuan's.

After reading this, Lu Tingchuan will know how much Shen Qing loved him back then.

Shen Qing carefully took the suitcase to the bathroom and filled the bathtub with water. She took out the notebook from the suitcase, tore it into pieces one by one and dissolved them into the bathtub water. She also tore up the diary she had written and threw it into the water.

After the bathtub was filled with water, Shen Qing returned to the bedroom and hugged the quilt. She sat in the bathtub. The cold water made her shiver uncontrollably. Her body slid down little by little. She lay down, her eyes looking at the ceiling.

People who want to die will commit suicide no matter how many times they are revived.

Just like the rabbit died, Shen Qing would also die; the baby's breath flowers could not bloom, and Shen Qing's life could not go on.

Shen Qing pulled the quilt on the ground into the water. The quilt became very heavy as it touched the water. Shen Qing covered his head with the quilt and lowered his body little by little. The water flooded over his mouth and finally reached his nose. The quilt covering his head became heavier and heavier, as if a hand was pressing his head down hard.

Her ears were buzzing. People would hold their breath involuntarily in the water. After holding on for more than ten seconds, they would open their mouths, choking on water in their throats. Tears kept flowing out. Shen Qing vaguely tasted a salty and bitter taste. She struggled subconsciously, clutching the wet quilt that was pressing down on her head with her hands. Her knuckles turned white, and all kinds of images flashed through her mind in an instant.

Every scene seemed like yesterday. She thought of the days when she was treated like a beast of burden by her family, her grandmother's careful care, the time when her grandmother died from a snake bite and she lost the first person in the world who loved her, and the first time she met Lu Tingchuan.

"Hello, Mr. Lu, I'm Shen Qing. Qing means clear and innocent."

The pure and innocent Shen Qing eventually became turbid and unclear, unable to judge people...

She slowly suffocated in the bathtub water. People in water can rise and fall uncontrollably, and seem to be sinking deeper and deeper into the quagmire.

Lu Tingchuan ultimately underestimated her determination to "commit suicide." Even without a knife or medicine, she simply embraced the quilt and drowned herself in the water, suffocating herself to death that day.

It is said that when people die, they think of the most important people in their lives. The funny thing is that on this day, Shen Qing's mind was filled with the figure of Lu Tingchuan.

Lu Tingchuan, you must do what you promised me. You must be a good father and accompany the two children as they grow up. You cannot die. Death is a relief you don't deserve. Living is my revenge for you. I will punish you by living a long and lonely life.

A broken soul, a tattered body, a lost heart. If she still loved Lu Tingchuan, she would have to act like a fool forever. But she was tired and didn't want to play the fool anymore. Besides, there were too many wounds between them that could not be healed by love.

There is darkness before dawn, and there is light after darkness. The sun will set, the cold winter will usher in spring, and the late baby's breath will one day bloom. All things are renewed, but old diseases cannot be cured.

"Lu Tingchuan, we are done for life. From now on, I will cross my Naihe Bridge, and you will walk your sunny path. From now on... we will have no further connection."

A Ming, I really came to see you this time.

Shen Qing's life was too bitter. She had always wanted a home, a home of her own, but she had no home until her death...

If there is really an afterlife, I hope she will have a small house. It doesn’t need to be too big, just enough to shelter from the wind and rain.

In a trance, she saw Jiang Yiming reaching out to her, with stars twinkling in his eyes: "Aqing, I want to give you a home."

"Well, you must not break your promise in your next life."

As Shen Qing thought about it, her twitching legs gradually calmed down and her arms sank into the water. That was her last struggle before death.