And so, Bai Mingtao still went abroad...

Chen fulfilled his promise for this lifetime, creating a brand-new business empire and giving her the most perfect love and future.

In 2020, autumn was in full swing in Gangcheong.

Chen held Su Ruochu's hand and walked into the gate of Jiangcheng Middle School. The old locust tree was still lush and leafy, and sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled shadows, just like it had been twenty years ago.

"Do you remember this place?" Chen looked down at the woman beside him. She had shed her girlish naiveté and her eyes and brows were now adorned with a gentle smile, yet she was still the same woman etched in his heart.

Su Ruochu smiled and nodded, her fingertips tracing the railing outside the classroom window: "Of course I remember. Back then, when I wasn't looking, you slipped me a note with math notes, pretending you just happened to be organizing it yourself, but your handwriting gave you away."

Chen scratched his head, his eyes full of doting: "That's because I was afraid you'd think I was being deliberate."

In the twenty years since my rebirth, I haven't wasted this second chance. Relying on my memories from my past life and my efforts in this one, I was admitted to the same prestigious university as Su Ruochu. After graduation, I started my own business and worked hard, building my business from a small workshop into an industry benchmark. And Su Ruochu has always been by my side. To become an excellent designer, we've experienced the confusion of youth, the trials of the workplace, and the mundane realities of life together, never letting go of each other's hands.

Not far away, a pair of classmates in school uniforms were chatting and laughing quietly. The boy secretly handed the girl a tangerine hard candy, and the girl's cheeks flushed, just like the girls back then.

Su Ruochu held Chen Gui's arm tightly and said softly, "Sometimes I feel like I'm dreaming. That academic underachiever who used to sleep in class has actually become my lifelong support."

Chen held her hand tightly, his gaze firm yet gentle: "It's not a dream, it's the luckiest thing that has ever happened to me—I was reborn in the summer of 2000, and I just happened to be sitting next to you. I just happened to have the chance to spoil you for a lifetime, you are my white moonlight."

Perhaps this is the cycle of fate, bringing such a perfect ending to the two of them. At the same time, we are glad that the two of them finally came together. This is not a dream, but a real existence. Time will witness the days they fought together, and time will witness everything they gave for each other. When they look back on the past, they will understand that everything was worthwhile.

The attitude you present to the world will determine the kind of life the world gives you in return; every choice leads to a different outcome, just as different paths lead to different scenery; some wounds will heal slowly with time, and some grievances will be released once you understand them; don't be afraid of others being better than you, be afraid of those who are better than you working even harder!

As the sun set, their shadows stretched long, overlapping with the shadow of the old locust tree. The wind still carried a familiar scent—the scent of youth, the fulfillment of regrets made up, and the promise of a lifetime of companionship and warmth, year after year.

Obituary

Dear readers, I am Pipi Laoyao's partner. It is with a heavy heart that I inform you that Pipi Laoyao passed away suddenly from a heart attack on November 16, 2025. I am very grateful for your long-term support. This ending is something I wrote for Laoyao; it may not be well-written, but I wanted to give this book closure, to give Pipi Laoyao closure, and to give all of you readers closure. I hope you can understand. Thank you all.