He desperately wished he had misheard, but when his gaze met Song Xizhi's cold eyes, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, surrounded by overwhelming despair.
He Yunze's voice suddenly became hoarse: "What...what are you talking about?"
Song Xizhi slowly lowered his eyes and gave him a forced smile: "I have the same experience as you. We both have a memory that no one knows about."
Her voice was calm, without any overwhelming hatred, yet every word she uttered felt like it was tearing He Yunze apart.
"The person who imprisoned me in the courtyard was never your brother, but you, He Yunze. You are my nightmare day and night. Your brother is a million times better than you."
He Yunze felt as if all the blood in his body was flowing backwards in an instant.
His body was stiff, heavy, and even uncontrollable, so he fell straight to the ground.
Song Xizhi slowly stood up and approached He Yunce step by step. Her words almost suffocated He Yunce: "You are selfish, vicious, and ignorant. You have no conscience."
"Sometimes I wonder, you are infertile, yet surrounded by children and grandchildren; you were given a second chance at life, yet you failed miserably. Is it because even God couldn't bear to see you suffer and wanted to punish you, to make you realize who you are?"
He Yunze stared wide-eyed in horror, his heart breaking with utter despair. He breathed heavily, gazing at Song Xizhi's face, tears streaming down his face.
"No, impossible... impossible... how could you be reborn... how could you be reborn?"
Song Xizhi raised an eyebrow and laughed mockingly: "Are you the only one in the world who can be reborn?"
"You don't actually think you're some kind of chosen one, that you're so fortunate to have this opportunity, do you?"
He Yunze continued to shake his head, refusing to believe what he was seeing.
Song Xizhi is right. His rebirth was not a blessing from God, but a curse from God, the most vicious curse from God.
Let him live a second life, let him regret his past actions, let him live in the past every day, live in hell, and make him a laughing stock in everyone's eyes.
Thinking of this, He Yunze's face turned deathly pale, and even his speech became fragmented:
"You've been reborn...? You remember everything from before? I did so many wrong things in the past, so why didn't you kill me? How could you let me go?"
Song Xizhi looked at him calmly and sighed softly: "Of course I want you dead. I wish I could die with you day and night. Don't think I can't bear to part with you."
"It's only because of your brother, because of your father, because of your grandmother, because I can't bear to part with them. Because I can't bear to end your suffering."
Upon hearing this, He Yunze finally burst into tears. He felt as if his heart had been torn apart, as if his internal organs were being torn apart, and the pain made him dizzy.
He thought that Song Xizhi didn't hate him or want to kill him because she hadn't been reborn.
But he never expected it was because of his elder brother, his father, his grandmother... She married into the Marquis of Anding's mansion and had such good relationships with everyone there, except for him...
Looking at the hatred in her eyes, it was clear how much she hated herself.
Thinking of this, He Yunze suddenly felt as if he were in hell.
He endured the pain all over his body and crawled two steps on his knees, almost to the ground, until he reached Song Xizhi. He grabbed her skirt and spoke each word with heart-wrenching intensity:
"I was wrong, Zhizhi, I was wrong..."
"It's my fault. I was stupid. I couldn't recognize who loved me the most. I was just too stupid to be deceived like this..."
"Because you love me, you want to do anything to help me get ahead, which is why you let me study, give gifts, and socialize... But I find you materialistic, rigid, and pushy, and I think you reek of money..."
He Yunze tore at his sideburns, but felt no pain. The truth was like a ferocious beast, as if it wanted to devour everything he had.
"I was short-sighted. I thought that Song Ruoan's obedience and playfulness with me was true love... She imitated your preferences, your dress, your words and actions, everything about you... But I didn't see anything, I knew nothing!"
"We've been husband and wife for so long, and I've only just realized what you truly are now. Only now do I truly understand the woman who loves me most in this world..."
He Yunze spoke haltingly, tears streaming down his face. He was breathing heavily, and his complexion appeared to have turned ashen.
"But the woman who loved me most in this world is dead! She died in a dilapidated courtyard! She died with endless pain and hatred! I killed her with my own hands!"
"I killed the woman who loved me most with my own hands!"
He Yunze gripped the front of his shirt tightly, scratching it hard, trying to stop the excruciating pain.
He clung tightly to Song Xizhi's feet, speaking each word with despair: "I was wrong, I was really wrong, Zhizhi, I know I was wrong."
After he finished speaking, he looked up and saw Song Xizhi's emotionless eyes.
She didn't cry, she wasn't disappointed, and even the last trace of hatred in her heart vanished.
He Yunze's heart clenched, as if it had stopped beating altogether. He moved his trembling lips and said, "Kill me..."
"I owe you a life, I owe you a life... Kill me, and I'll atone for it. Just kill me, just kill me."
He gasped for breath, pointing to his heart, his fingers trembling. "It hurts, it really hurts so much. Zhizhi, it really hurts so much, Zhizhi."
Song Xizhi calmly gazed at his face, at his face contorted in pain, at his trembling and spasming facial muscles:
"Living in repentance and pain, realizing how bad it feels to misjudge people, must be really unbearable, right?"
She shoved He Yunze away from her with a sudden shove: "It's a pity that I've lived such a life worse than that of pigs and dogs for thirty years."
He Yunze collapsed to the ground like a lifeless piece of wood.
Seeing his ashen face, Song Xizhi took out a white porcelain bottle from his sleeve and showed it to He Yunze.
She opened the lid of the white porcelain bottle and heard it pop with a muffled sound.
With a gentle flick of her hand, a pill landed in her palm.
"You feel guilty, you're heartbroken, so you want me to kill you. I'll give you that chance."
"Swallow this pill, and all the grudges from our past lives will be settled. We will have no further entanglements."
He Yunze listened blankly to Song Xizhi's words, then raised his head tremblingly, staring at the pill in Song Xizhi's hand.
A pitch-black pill.
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