☆, Chapter 77 As long as his girl can come back to him, everything is worth it

The scene shifts again to the girl's hospital bedside.

The girl's face was deathly pale, devoid of any color.

It seems to have lost all its vitality.

Standing nearby was a woman with a sharp and mean face, constantly muttering curses and insults:

"How pitiful. I wonder if Jiang Yu would feel heartbroken if she knew her daughter was like this. Oh, no, if she felt heartbroken, she wouldn't have abandoned you in the first place."

"A slut's daughter is a slut too. The man she shamelessly pursued is nowhere to be seen. Tsk tsk tsk, maybe he's getting intimate with that Miss Bely?"

...

Fu Chenyan's intuition told her that the person in the hospital bed could hear what she was saying.

Others told her that he was being intimate with another woman.

Will she believe it?

Fu Chenyan stared intently at the girl until a tear rolled down her cheek, and she slammed her hand down hard.

He stopped breathing.

In an instant, it seemed as if all the air in Fu Chenyan's chest had been taken away, and his eyes reddened.

He watched her die right in front of him.

What she heard before she died was that he was with another woman.

They didn't even get to see each other one last time.

It turns out that their separation in their past lives was so undignified.

She might not even know whether he loved her or not until she died.

So, what were her feelings when she fell in love with him again in this life?

Simply because he was good to her.

The foolish girl chose to fly into the fire like a moth once again.

What merit or ability does he possess?

The scene then shifts to him sitting at a dining table in country H, listening to his partner explain his ideas.

He seemed to be feeling irritable, and gently rubbed his temples with his fingers to relieve the pressure.

He genuinely didn't know she was in trouble, but the fact is, he didn't make a single phone call.

No itinerary was reported.

No phone call was made.

It seems that the so-called girlfriend is just a title.

Indeed, it was insignificant to him.

Not worth mentioning.

He returned to China two days later.

Upon returning to China, he attended his girlfriend's funeral.

The black and white tombstone image shows the girl's delicate face seemingly within reach.

Yet they are so far away.

In hindsight, I realized the girl's pretty face, her sickeningly sweet voice, and her ever-present smile.

It only came to mind in an instant.

The pain gradually spread to the internal organs.

He is too arrogant, and he is too selfish.

He always thought that if he turned around, she would always be there.

Little did they expect that they would be separated forever in the blink of an eye.

The man's back was taut, the veins in his hands were bulging, and the violent thoughts inside him were screaming.

They should all be buried with her.

Let them all go and be buried with her.

She'll be afraid of being alone.

Seven days later, torrential rain poured down, accompanied by lightning and thunder, and there were very few pedestrians on the streets.

The man's eyes were red and swollen as he walked alone down the street.

His steps were unsteady, yet he showed no sign of being disheveled.

Fu Chenyan's lips curled up slightly in a mocking manner. This was his past self—arrogant and hypocritical.

He wanted to grab him by the collar and ask him if he had moved himself to tears.

Who cares about regret that comes too late?

She will never come back.

Fu Chenyan watched as the man with a smile on his lips knocked on Tan Yueli's door.

“Chen Yan…”

With a loud thud, the woman fell into a pool of blood.

The man took out a knife from his pocket, lightly gestured across the woman's face, and then scraped it off with a low laugh.

One cut after another.

The word "Go to hell" was clearly displayed on the woman's face.

Blood and gore.

Then, the man gently traced lines on the woman's bare calves, as if he were completing some kind of work of art.

After a long, long time, the man finally got up, satisfied, and kicked the woman lying in a pool of blood.

He left, stepping over a trail of blood.

He was like a puppet without flesh and blood, a walking corpse.

The man, covered in blood, walked to the girl's grave.

He bent down and knelt down, gently touching the girl's face, his voice low and somber, "I'm sorry, Lili."

"sorry……"

Again and again, she apologized for all the love she had for him.

I'm sorry for his cold indifference and neglect towards her.

"Lili, if there is an afterlife, please love me again, okay?"

I thought I was invincible, I thought I was mentally strong, and I didn't need anything.

"I'm sorry, Lili."

"Please give me another chance in my next life."

"I will definitely love you well then."

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This was the time he spoke the most to her in his life, and also the time he was the most tender towards her.

Fu Chenyan scoffed lightly, while inwardly feeling incredibly fortunate.

Fortunately, she is still willing to give him a chance in this lifetime.

He was fortunate that she would still love him in this lifetime.

The kneeling man continued to ramble on, but Fu Chenyan noticed the woman standing next to him at some point.

He was startled; the man was the abbot of the temple.

The petite woman performed a ritual with her hands, speaking lightly, "Fu Chenyan, do you regret it?"

He swayed slightly while kneeling, then nodded.

"If you could give her a second chance at life, but you were willing to pay the price, would you?"

"I do"

The ethereal female voice, "As you wish," echoed throughout the cemetery.

A gust of wind blew, and the woman vanished.

Fu Chenyan didn't know what the price the woman was talking about was.

But at this moment he was certain that their second chance at life was related to that abbot.

Looking at himself afterward, Fu Chenyan realized that he had become almost completely immersed in his work.

The frequent headaches caused him great suffering.

The frequency of pain changed from once a day at the beginning to once every ten minutes.

In the end, headaches were almost a constant companion to him.

Living is too painful, but dying is not an option.

He is atoning for his sins.

He died at the company when he was sixty-two years old.

But this wasn't the end of it; he watched himself start over again and again.

The suffering in childhood, the pain in adulthood.

It's like it's been formalized, decade after decade.

The only difference is in every life that followed.

But they would never meet again.

Forever alone and helpless, forever in unbearable pain.

He deserved it, he knew it.

He extinguished his own light with his own hands.

Slowly, after an unknown amount of time, he seemed to lose sight of what he was looking for.

All he knew was that after enduring all the pain...

And then it will start all over again.

Year after year, decade after decade.

Lifetime after life.

He didn't regret it; he just hoped that if he could endure all the suffering, his girl would come back to him.

It's all worth it.

He can wait, and he can endure it.

Fu Chenyan watched that version of himself, experiencing the pain again and again.

The same process was repeated over and over again.

Even so, he was still grateful that this life had given them a second chance.

His girl returned to his side.

His girl still loves him unconditionally.

His girl will still choose him.

All the hard work and suffering were not in vain.

In his dreams, he has lived more than one lifetime.

Rather, it refers to many lives without her.

He longed that all the suffering could be exchanged for a lifetime of companionship and devotion.