The minor incident didn't affect anyone; relatively few people knew about Su Bing'er's tragic death. The Li family, fearing bad luck, informed very few people, publicly stating that she died of illness.
Although this little incident left no trace in the minds of others, it stirred up a complex mix of emotions in Qin Ziming's heart. He had witnessed that tragedy firsthand: a beautiful and gentle woman had perished in a car crash in an instant. That unforgettable encounter had taken root in his heart ever since.
A cool breeze blew as night fell, and leaves fluttered in the wind from the grave. In Su Bing'er's grave, a drunken man let out a burp, over five years of longing tugging at his every nerve.
He chuckled self-deprecatingly. "Bing'er, do you hate me a lot? Hahaha, I hate myself too. I hate myself for not getting here sooner. Maybe you wouldn't have gotten into this mess." He spoke as he drank, becoming more and more agitated. Just a few seconds later, if he had arrived earlier, perhaps this wouldn't have happened.
"Bing'er, do you know? The first time I saw you, you captivated me. When I saw you again, the flutter in my heart was beyond words. That's why I envy Qianhan. Why does he receive your unwavering love, while I can't even receive a glance from you? I hate him. Why did I meet you so late?"
The past reappears, and the last encounter is eternal. How ironic, is this punishment for me?
...
On a dark and windy night, a beautiful woman with long, flowing white hair slowly approached from behind, her gaze icy, like a ghost in the night. The night wind tossed her hair, making her fair skin appear particularly terrifying under the moonlight.
The night wind rustled the leaves, and then a cold voice rang out, "You, give me back my life, Li Xinye! I hate you! Why? Why did you do this to me?"
The surroundings were eerie. Li Xinye, though drunk, wasn't completely intoxicated and still retained some sense. But when a pair of cool, white hands touched his shoulders, he was so frightened that he couldn't move and eventually fainted.
The white-haired beauty, having completed her mission, smiled and said, "Your end is near." The next day, Li Xinye woke up in a grave, awakened by his own driver.
The next morning, Ji Yunfeng emerged from the airport, sporting the latest style leather shoes, a well-tailored suit, and large sunglasses, making him appear both handsome and mysterious. His driver, who had been waiting outside, respectfully got out of the car to help his young master with his luggage.
"You take me to the cemetery, then you go back first. Oh, and stop at a flower shop for a while." "Bing'er, I'm back! Your Yunfeng brother is back! I'm coming to see you right away."
After a long journey, still jet-lagged, Ji Yunfeng couldn't wait to arrive at his beloved girl's grave. Looking at the smiling girl in the photo, a deep sense of longing and self-reproach welled up in his heart.
A gentle hand caressed the face of the serene girl. You are still the same as I remember, so beautiful, with such a sweet smile. But I didn't even get to see you one last time. I'm sorry, Bing'er, Brother Yunfeng didn't mean to.
If you had waited for me longer, perhaps this wouldn't have happened. Now we are separated by life and death. Are you doing well over there? It's been 5 years since we last met. I brought you your favorite orchid. Didn't you used to love the fragrance of orchids?
Ji Yunfeng spent several hours at the cemetery, looking at the girl's last face. "From the first moment I saw you, I was captivated; your innocent smile warmed my cold heart. But ultimately, we were destined to be apart."
I let go and let you and Qianhan be together, but in the end you married Xinye. Neither of us got what we wanted.
The army mess hall was bustling with activity when Nian Nian, engrossed in her food, suddenly uttered a question that left everyone speechless: "Mommy, why do all the other kids have dads, but I don't?"
Everyone was shocked, their hearts aching as they looked at the innocent face. "Oh, Niannian, you not only don't have a father, but even your mother isn't your biological mother."
Shen Shiyi looked up in astonishment at her daughter's startling words, unsure of what to say. She was so young; should she tell her the truth? Niannian, Mom also hopes you grow up safe and healthy, but…
Life is full of helplessness, whether it's love, family, or friendship.
Qin Ziming glanced at her, knowing the truth was too cruel—born to have lost both parents. How could anyone bear to think about it? He sighed inwardly. Sometimes, is it really fate?
A person who has returned from the battlefield with a bloodthirsty heart would never be able to bear to treat such a young child; it would be too cruel for her. She ate only a few bites before leaving the canteen, and Qin Ziming followed closely behind.
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