Chapter 1 Brother Yu, no...
In the third year of being He Huaisheng's devoted admirer, An Shixia had a dream.
That night, the moonlight was as clear as water.
A pair of black stockings hung conspicuously on the corner of the table.
On the sofa, Jiang Zhiyao straddled He Huaisheng, her short skirt conveniently concealing their movements.
He Huaisheng grabbed Jiang Zhiyao's waist with one hand and pinched her chin with the other, and the two passionately kissed.
The sound of saliva swirling around was extremely clear in the empty room.
Someone stopped first, and Jiang Zhiyao breathed slightly: "Brother Huai, she just died, and you're doing this kind of thing with me in her house. You're so heartless."
He Shenghuai smiled and said, "Yaoyao, you don't like it?"
Jiang Zhiyao raised her hand and gently punched his chest: "You're so annoying~"
The couple's sweet intimacy hadn't lasted long when the door was kicked open with a bang.
What came into view was a face with red eyes, slightly tired, yet with a refined and elegant appearance.
It was Yan Lingyu, her childhood sweetheart.
During her freshman year, she pursued He Huaisheng like a madwoman, while ignoring Yan Lingyu.
When he tried to convince himself that He Huaisheng was not a good person, he told him that He Huaisheng was meddling in other people's business and that he should stop bothering him in the future.
Yan Lingyu seemed to have been hurt and stopped looking for her. From then on, the two never crossed paths again, and no one even knew that they knew each other.
The two people on the sofa quickly separated, reaching out to straighten their clothes as if nothing had happened.
He Huaisheng frowned coldly: "Yan Lingyu? Are you crazy?"
Yan Lingyu punched him in the face with considerable force, drawing blood immediately: "Yes, I've gone mad! He Huaisheng, how dare you?! I said, if she dies, I'll make you all pay with your lives!"
Perhaps it was Yan Lingyu's overly obsessive and crazed expression that frightened He Huaisheng: "Yan Lingyu, calm down. She's already dead. Is it necessary for you to worry about a dead person..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yan Lingyu reached out and grabbed his neck, forcefully slamming him to the ground: "You're asking for it!"
Jiang Zhiyao watched this scene, biting her lip tightly, not daring to make a sound.
Yan Lingyu held He Huaisheng down with his left hand, while his right hand swung his fist and punched him repeatedly in the face, as if he had become a tool that only knew how to throw punches.
Looking at Yan Lingyu like this, An Shixia's tears fell uncontrollably. She reached out to touch Yan Lingyu's head, but her hand passed right through it.
This is a dream... but her heart felt like it was being tightly clenched, numb yet stinging, as if all of this really would happen in the future.
She tried to wake up from the dream, but to no avail; she could only watch helplessly as everything that happened behind her unfolded.
He Huaisheng was a weak scholar, and he was knocked unconscious after being punched a few times by Yan Lingyu. Yan Lingyu suddenly turned around and looked at Jiang Zhiyao.
Jiang Zhiyao shrank back on the sofa, frightened, and moved to the other side. Yan Lingyu picked up a fruit knife from the table and walked straight toward her: "And you, if it weren't for you, my Xiaxia would still be perfectly fine."
“Even if you kill me, you won’t escape, Yan Lingyu. As long as you let me go, I can pretend I didn’t see anything that happened today.”
Yan Lingyu seemed not to hear, and plunged the fruit knife into Jiang Zhiyao's chest, grinding it forcefully a few times with a blank expression.
“My Xiaxia was just as helpless back then. He took Xiaxia’s money and chose you from among the robbers. You are not innocent.”
After Yan Lingyu finished speaking, he forcefully pulled out the fruit knife in his hand, and Jiang Zhiyao's blood sprayed all over the ground. She fell down with her eyes open.
He didn't stop. He walked up to He Huaisheng with the knife, stabbed him hard in the abdomen, and pulled it out.
He Huaisheng, who had fainted from the pain, was jolted awake by the pain. He looked at the knife in Yan Lingyu's hand and wanted to scream, but even with all his strength, he couldn't speak louder than usual.
"Yan Lingyu, Shi Xia loves me. If you kill me, she won't be happy even as a ghost."
"Oh? Is that so? Don't worry, after I kill you, I'll personally go down and apologize to her."
As soon as he finished speaking, the knife fell. He watched as the fruit knife plunged into his abdomen again and again, until finally, the tip of the knife pressed against his chest. The hand holding the knife was taut, and blood was still seeping from the joints.
The knife slowly shortened until it was completely embedded in He Huaisheng's heart, and just like before, it was twisted forcefully.
After doing all this, he took out his camera, took a few photos, and drove to the cemetery.
An Shixia saw her own tombstone, in which she looked very young, only 25 years old.
Yan Lingyu knelt before the stone tablet, reaching out to touch it. Blood accidentally stained his hands, and he hurriedly wiped it off with his clothes. "Xiaxia, I've come to see you. I don't know if you want to see me..."
"Xiaxia, I've avenged you, look."
He placed the printed photos in front of the tombstone, which burned along with the paper money. The flames crackled and popped, as if responding to his words.
After a long while, Yan Lingyu murmured softly.
"Xiaxia, will you blame me?"
After saying this, he trembled as he tried to touch the tombstone again, but then stopped abruptly, as if afraid of upsetting the tombstone's owner.
"Even if you blame me, I will still do it, and I will not regret it."
"Xiaxia, I love you. It's been thirteen years. If I had told you sooner, would you not have..."
Yan Lingyu knelt before the tombstone, weeping silently. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, he hugged the tombstone and cried out loud.
"Xiaxia, don't be afraid... I'm here with you. You're so afraid of the dark, you must be very scared, right?"
"Xiaxia, wait for me..."
An Shixia couldn't stop it, and cried out from the side, "No! Brother Yu, no..."
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"Shi Xia, wake up, what's wrong?"
An Shixia finally woke up from her dream, hearing her roommate's anxious calls in her ears.
Looking at the familiar dormitory in front of her, her heart still ached.
"Shi Xia, what kind of dream are you having? You were crying and calling out for Brother Yu."
Her roommate Chen Tongtong's voice gradually brought her back to reality.
It turns out that this world is a novel, with He Huaisheng and Jiang Zhiyao as the male and female protagonists, and she is just cannon fodder to help their relationship develop, ultimately dying on the eve of her engagement to He Huaisheng.
In the end, the male and female protagonists lived happily ever after, a sweet ending.
But Yan Lingyu didn't appear in the end, so what about all those dreams she had? Did the novel's world collapse?
Or perhaps, back then, Yan Lingyu, like himself now, had slipped out of control of the plot.
During her freshman year, An Shixia became obsessed with He Huaisheng, sometimes feeling lost and confused.
But a voice in my head kept saying that you love him, and as long as you give more, you will definitely be together. You love him more than your own life.
It was these so-called plots that constantly manipulated her, causing her to hurt the people she truly cared about.
Now, she's finally free from the script.
While she was meditating, Shen Tongtong's voice came again: "Shi Xia, you're really rich. These shoes cost over ten thousand on the official website. Are they a birthday gift for He Huaisheng?"
Looking at the carefully packaged shoes, An Shixia felt only annoyance.
If it weren't for considering He Huaisheng's pride, she wouldn't have even glanced at these kinds of products before, but now she's actually taking the time to learn about them...
Before she could speak, Jiang Zhiyao suddenly pushed the door open and came in. Looking at the shoes, she bit her lip and said, "Brother Sheng will definitely be very happy..."
An Shixia suddenly stood up, her arm brushing against Jiang Zhiyao, interrupting her.
"Shi Xia, are you going to give Sheng-gege a gift? You..."
An Shixia had already run out when she suddenly remembered that in the plot, Yan Lingyu disappeared without a trace in the second semester of his junior year, and the two of them had never met since.
She didn't know the exact time, but she didn't want him to leave.
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