In a private hospital abroad, Song Qingmo was lying on the operating table with a bloody hole in his chest. His heart had been removed, but he did it voluntarily because that man had bankrupted his family. So in order to pay off the debt and ensure his parents had enough food and clothing, he had no choice but to choose this method.
On the verge of death, he thought of himself finally free from all worries and concerns, and closed his eyes in relief. In a trance, he seemed to hear the operating room door open. A figure resembling Mu Hengshi ran towards him at a rapid speed, accompanied by a high-pitched roar.
"It's so unlucky. I don't want to see that scumbag Mu Hengshi after I die." After saying that, he closed his eyes and exhaled his last breath.
Ding-ling-ling… A hand reached over and slammed the alarm clock on the bedside table shut. "Shh…, this is so annoying. Don't get up."
The young man on the bed turned over again. No, I'm not dead? Song Qingmo sat up with a somersault. He quickly looked at his chest. His heart was still there! Although the pain of losing his heart seemed to still exist, it was not a big problem. "I'm back..." Song Qingmo's brain was still in disbelief.
But he quickly realized that there is always light at the end of the tunnel. He thought, hahahaha, I am alive again.
"Dad! Mom!" Several deafening shouts echoed in the huge villa.
Song Qingmo ran downstairs, wanting to confirm whether his father and mother had returned. He was afraid that this was just a dream he had woven for himself.
It turned out he was overthinking it, because his parents were looking at him with a look that asked, "Is this kid okay?" The servants in the house lowered their heads, and it was unclear what their expressions were.
"Song Qingmo, what are you doing so crazy so early in the morning? But it's really strange that you get up so early today." Song's mother Lin Yuqing said to him sarcastically.
"That's right, your mother is right." Song's father, Song Mingmo, agreed with Song's mother.
Looking at his still frivolous mother and his frivolous and useless father, he couldn't hold back the tears in his eyes and went forward to hug them. He softly called out "Mom and Dad."
Song Qingmo's hug made Song's father and mother stunned. They looked at each other and wondered why their child was so strange today. However, they still consoled him: "Don't cry, there are others here. Aren't you ashamed?"
"I didn't cry! I just had tear incontinence. I cry when I get excited. What does it have to do with me?" But Song Qingmo still silently wiped away his tears with his hands.
"Son, what's wrong with you? Didn't you do well in the high school entrance examination? It's okay, we go to an aristocratic school, so we don't have to worry about not getting in." Song's father patted his chest and laughed.
Hehehe, Song Qingmo rolled his eyes. If I could, I wouldn't go to school. Besides, I'm a good student, okay?
But this woke him up, and he asked Song's father: "Dad, what is the year, month and day today?"
Song's father: "..., June 20, 2019"
"June 20, 2019..." Song Qingmo repeated. Now he was certain that he had returned to the day before the graduation party.
When Mu Heng met Wen Zhiling in the second semester of his sophomore year, he was still far away. He knew he could change his fate. He would stay away from his childhood sweetheart, Wen Zhiling, and the naive boy. Cherish life and stay away from them.
"Mom and Dad, I won't have breakfast today." Song Qingmo went upstairs to his room and closed the door in one go.
Song Qingmo's villa was adjacent to Mu Hengshi's. His room was directly opposite Mu Hengshi's. From the balcony, he could see Mu Hengshi's room. It felt like they were looking across the sea.
Song Qingmo looked towards Mu Hengshi's room and found that guy was playing the piano. Song Qingmo stared at Mu Hengshi's eyes with hatred, which seemed to burst out of his eyes and turn into sharp knives rushing towards Mu Hengshi.
Mu Hengshi seemed to sense something and looked in Song Qingmo's direction. Song Qingmo had closed his balcony door, blocking out that line of sight. He walked to the bed and lay down helplessly, pondering why they had come to such a life-or-death struggle.
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