The cold wind whistled in through the window that had never been closed, rolled up the white curtains, and took away most of the heat in the basement.

The temperature dropped suddenly, and the young man on the bed shivered and slowly woke up from his anesthesia coma.

He opened his lips, but his dry throat only produced a strange, inarticulate sound.

The cold wind kept blowing in, and the young man was shivering all over.

I don't know how long it was before the tightly closed door was opened from the outside.

The man glanced down at the young man on the bed, then walked slowly and closed the window. The cold wind was blocked out and the young man felt better.

He slowly turned his neck, his cloudy eyes fixed on the man, as if he wanted to say something.

The man pulled up a chair and slowly sat down beside the young man's bed.

"Ye Chaoran." The man spoke slowly.

Ye Chaoran's pupils trembled, and he wanted to get up with his eyes open. When the anesthetic wore off, he moved and the wound on his chest was instantly affected. Intense pain instantly swept over him. Ye Chaoran's breathing became rapid, and beads of cold sweat dripped from his forehead. He had just half sat up when he fell heavily onto the bed again weakly.

From beginning to end, the man sitting on the chair did not move, watching him struggle to death with cold eyes.

“Hehe——”

Ye Chaoran let out a heavy wheezing sound from his throat, like an old windmill, which was particularly unpleasant to the ear.

The man did not hide the disgust in his eyes at all, as if Ye Chaoran was some dirty object, and he glanced away.

When Ye Zhaoran on the hospital bed had no more strength to struggle, he slowly spoke: "I didn't want to tell you these words, but you can't make it through today. Considering that we were together before, I can mercifully tell you."

"Your adoptive parents died in a car accident on their way to see you yesterday."

These words seemed to awaken a switch in Ye Chaoran. Regardless of his bleeding wounds, he began to struggle like crazy, stretching out his arms to grab the man's sleeve, but he dodged it easily.

The man stood up, took a step back, and continued, "But you don't need to worry, you will be there to accompany them soon. Just this morning, the Fang family announced that Fang Yan had died of congenital heart disease. From now on, Yan Yan will take your place and live well in the Fang family. And you, as Fang Yan, will die in his place."

"But this is all your own fault. If you hadn't returned to the Fang family and taken away Yanyan's love, he wouldn't have been so depressed, and his condition wouldn't have worsened. You are Yanyan's twin brother, and your heart is the best match for his. This is the only way to keep Yanyan alive."

"Ye Zhaoran, if you want to blame someone, just blame yourself. It's all your fault."

Ye Chaoran's chest heaved violently, severe pain came from the unhealed wound on his left chest, a fishy-sweet taste surged in his throat, Ye Chaoran's eyes went dark, and tears fell.

I don't know where he got the strength from, but he managed to sit up in one breath.

The man was startled. Just as he was about to scold Ye Chaoran, he saw Ye Chaoran falling straight to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

The instruments beside the bed were beeping like crazy. In the chaos, Ye Chaoran opened his eyes for the last time. He opened his lips and finally uttered a lament that only he could hear.

"But, you were the ones who begged me to come back..."

A continuous "beeping" sound was heard, and the electrocardiogram on the instrument turned into a straight line without any fluctuations.

Ye Chaoran closed his eyes forever.

…

"Hey! Ye Chaoran, tell me something quickly," the classmate patted Ye Chaoran's shoulder vigorously and approached him with a gossipy look, "After you go back with your biological parents, do you also have to transfer to another school?"

Looking at the somewhat unfamiliar face in front of him, Ye Chaoran was stunned for several seconds before he blinked slowly.

"Who are you……"

Before the word "who" was asked, Ye Chaoran took the lead in matching the face in front of him with the person in his memory.

This person is his desk mate in the second year of high school - Zhang Qi.

The past is still vivid in my mind.

It was like a long dream, and after waking up, Ye Chaoran couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

But the pain of the forearm-long anesthetic needle piercing his body was too real, and Ye Chaoran couldn't believe it was just a dream.

It’s not a dream, Ye Chaoran shook his head firmly.

Everything is real and happened.

In just a few seconds, Ye Chaoran accepted this fact.

He was born again.

Reborn back to his second year of high school——

When all the tragedies have not yet happened.

Ye Chaoran couldn't bear it any longer, he stood up, turned around and ran out of the classroom.

The students in the study class were startled by his unusual behavior and looked out.

Zhang Qi was stunned for several seconds before he shouted, "Ye Zhaoran! School isn't over yet!"

At this time, Ye Chaoran no longer cared about these things.

His memory returned, and he quickly connected together all the things that would happen today.

On this day in his previous life, under the persuasion of his biological parents, he made a decision that he would regret for the rest of his life. He bid farewell to his adoptive parents who had raised him for sixteen years and followed his biological parents back to the Fang family.

It was also from this important point that Ye Chaoran's life began to turn dark.

At first, Ye Chaoran had not yet discovered the true identity of this family.

But as time went by, they slowly tore off the hypocritical surface, and Ye Chaoran realized that what was waiting for him was never a warm and happy home, but a conspiracy that had been planned long ago.

Ye Chaoran is an outsider in the Fang family.

Fang's parents said to him: "Your last name is Ye, our last name is Fang, we are not a family."

The eldest brother of the Fang family said, "Don't try to please me. It's an eyesore."

Even Ye Zhaoran’s favorite person told him: “You will never be as good as Yanyan.”

Everyone favored Fang Yan, and even in the end, Ye Chaoran exchanged his own heart with Fang Yan.

As soon as the tears slid down from the corners of my eyes, they were blown away by the cold wind, which was as cold as a knife.

Ye Chaoran didn’t remember how long he had been running, but he finally arrived downstairs of their community.

A valuable luxury car was parked at the entrance of the apartment building. Song Ya was holding Ye Pei's arm and talking with the couple in front of them with a smile. Next to them were two huge suitcases.

Seeing those two faces he had been thinking about day and night, Ye Zhaoran's nose felt even more sour, and he shouted without thinking, "Dad, Mom!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Song Ya looked over immediately.

Seeing Ye Chaoran, she was surprised and happy: "Xiaoran, why are you back so early..."

Before she finished her words, Ye Chaoran rushed into her arms like a little cannonball.

Song Ya's face was filled with unconcealed surprise, and Ye Pei was even more confused.

Fang Qishan and Cai Lianhua also looked at Ye Chaoran with doubt.

The couple looked at each other, and Cai Lianhua put on a skilled smile and asked, "Chao Ran, what's wrong? Are you too nervous because you're going back with us?"

Fang Qishan also laughed: "Chao Ran, although our family's conditions in City A are not particularly good, they are much better than this place. Don't worry, if you go back with us, we will never let you suffer any grievances."

Cai Lianhua also nodded in agreement.

When Ye Pei and Song Ya heard this, their faces changed at the same time.

Ye Chaoran noticed that Song Ya's body stiffened noticeably.

After venting his emotions a little, Ye Chaoran gradually calmed down.

With this chance of rebirth, Ye Chaoran will never make the same mistakes again, nor will he make his parents who have raised him for sixteen years sad.

Wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, Ye Chaoran let go of Song Ya.

Meeting Song Ya's worried gaze, Ye Chaoran gave her a reassuring smile.

He turned around and finally set his sights on Fang Qishan and Cai Lianhua.

Fang Qishan and Cai Lianhua both dressed up specially for today's visit, but their bright and beautiful attires seemed out of place in this old neighborhood.

Seeing Ye Chaoran looking at them, the couple smiled at Ye Chaoran at the same time.

"Your luggage has been packed. Since Chaoran is back, let's go now." Cai Lianhua was already a little impatient, but she suppressed it well. She frowned slightly, but soon relaxed.

Fang Qishan glanced at the two large suitcases, and a flash of disdain flashed across his eyes: "In fact, our family has prepared everything for you, so you don't need to bring so many things."

What's more, he felt that the two large boxes would make his car dirty.

Ye Chaoran took in the two people's micro-expressions calmly.

He couldn't help but feel a little surprised that the couple actually showed it so obviously.

Then why didn’t I discover it in my previous life?

Ye Chaoran secretly clenched his fists, turned around and picked up his suitcase.

"Let's go." Ye Chaoran said.

Cai Lianhua was delighted and was about to ask Fang Qishan to help, when she saw Ye Chaoran turn around and say to Ye Pei, "Dad, help me carry the other box up."

As soon as these words came out, the four adults present were stunned.

Song Ya looked at Ye Chaoran in disbelief: "Xiaoran?"

Ye Pei was the first to react. His face lit up with joy. He quickly walked to Ye Chaoran's side, picked up the box at Ye Chaoran's feet, and at the same time took the box from Ye Chaoran's hand: "Give them all to me."

"Let's go back." Ye Pei said to Ye Chaoran.

Ye Chaoran's eyes were red, and he nodded heavily: "Yes."

Cai Lianhua and Fang Qishan had not yet figured out what had happened, and they were sure that they would not let Ye Chaoran leave just like that, so they hurried forward to stop him.

"Chaoran, what's wrong? Didn't you agree to go back with us?" Fang Qishan asked.

"I don't want to go with you now." After saying this, Ye Chaoran took Song Ya's arm and went upstairs from the other side.

"How can that be possible?" Cai Lianhua was immediately anxious, "Didn't we already agree on this? Why are you suddenly going back on your word?"

Fang Qishan wanted to chase after him, but Ye Pei stood in front of them.

He was half a head taller than Fang Qishan and had a sturdy build, just blocking the couple's view.

"Please go back, both of you." Ye Chaoran had already left, and Ye Pei could hardly hide his disgust for the couple. He stared down at them with contempt in his eyes.

Fang Qishan was blocked and gritted his teeth in anger. He glared at Ye Pei angrily, "Mr. Ye, what do you mean by this? Many media rushed over when they learned that you were going home with us today. Are you going to go back on your word in front of the media?"

Ye Pei laughed when he heard this, his deep eyes full of mockery: "Chao Ran is a child that my wife and I legally adopted. Even if we really regret it, it is legal and reasonable. What can you do?"

After saying this, Ye Pei left without looking back.

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