Today, for some reason, Park Ji-shin felt inexplicably uneasy, and he slammed his coffee down on the table.
Park Jimin called, and he answered it irritably.
"Big brother, Lee Jung-hwan is dead." Park Jimin's tone was very solemn on the other end of the phone.
As if someone had suddenly struck a pressure point, Park Ji-chen's heart sank, and he frowned.
He's dead?
How could such a stubborn and good person die after only three years?
No, no, it must be Park Jimin lying!
Park Jimin must be lying to him.
He became agitated, trying to reassure himself while replying, "Jimin, don't joke with me."
The emotions in his eyes became somewhat complicated, causing him to lose his usual composure and accidentally knock over the coffee cup beside him.
The still-steaming coffee spilled all over his arm, scalding his exposed wrist.
He didn't feel any pain at all.
"Brother, come to Chunxi Road People's Hospital in City B now to see him one last time."
"No, you liar, Park Jimin, you're lying to me, I won't believe you!" Park Ji-shin shouted, hanging up the phone.
Park Jimin deserves a beating; he dared to lie to his older brother. I'll definitely give him a good beating when I see him.
He slumped into a chair, lost in thought, trying to comfort himself.
He didn't know how much time had passed when his phone rang, and a glimmer of light flashed in his dull eyes.
He didn't even have time to see who was calling before, as if he'd lost his mind, frantically asking, "Jiye, is that you? Park Jimin said you... you're dead..."
"Brother, if you don't come soon, you won't even get to see it one last time."
Park Ji-shin's voice trembled slightly: "You mean... he's really dead?"
Park Jimin concealed all her emotions, "Yeah, I closed my eyes a few minutes before I called you."
Park Ji-shin's heart sank to the bottom, and he was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe.
Is his Tomoya really dead?
Her face turned white inch by inch.
He can't accept it!
Before going to bed, she wasn't fat, but she wasn't thin either; she was just right.
But now, he has become extremely thin. His two most beautiful collarbones are now sticking out high because he is too thin. He has lost all his black hair, and his fingers are all bones with no flesh. He is simply skin and bones.
He stared blankly at the person who had lost his life, still unable to believe that "Tomoya" had left him like this.
"Park Ji-ye", are you just going to abandon everything like this?
A salty, fishy smell filled my nostrils, and before I knew it, my eyes were already brimming with tears.
Park Ji-shin squatted on the ground tearing at his hair, still unable to accept that "Ji-ye" was dead.
Park Jimin was the one who took the body to be cremated. He hid in a corner and cried until he couldn't cry anymore, until his eyes were swollen.
Shen Ye was most afraid of pain. Park Ji-shin dared not imagine how he had endured these past three years.
After attending the funeral, Park Ji-shin took a late-night flight, intending to take Chen Ye's ashes to the United States. He thought he would spend the rest of his life with "Ji-ye".
The roar of the plane grew louder and louder, and the flight attendant's warning came through. Then, the plane sounded a piercing alarm, indicating that the engine was malfunctioning and the plane was rapidly descending.
The passengers were all frantically putting on life jackets, except for Park Ji-shin.
I used to fear death because some people did not return.
It's good to be dead now.
If I die, I can see Tomoya and be with him.
[This world is finished. Next world: Warlord of the Republic of China x Actor (shou)]
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