night.
After what happened during the day, a terrifying low pressure filled the Yun residence.
Everyone was silent—
This kind of thing went wrong during the board change, and the deep meaning behind it is hard to guess.
The Yun family's house had been cordoned off. Bu Tiange sneaked into the study at night and opened the first drawer of the bookcase.
The drawer was empty except for a signed agreement.
She picked up the agreement and flipped to the end, skimming over words like "shares" and "transfer."
A note fell out.
She picked up the note, stared at it for a moment, placed it on the corner of the table, and quietly left the room.
As time went by and the sun rose, a beam of sunlight entered the room, and the black handwriting on the note gradually became clear.
"It is enough to have one true friend in life, and we should treat each other with the same feeling in this world."
Ten months later.
It's the Qingming Festival again this year, spring is back, the wild mountains are dark green, and the sudden appearance of a bright red umbrella breaks the light.
The heels rolled over the mossy flagstones, awakening the deserted path.
The visitor was wearing a black dress and holding a bright red umbrella. She walked into the mountain scenery alone, letting her gauze skirt get wet by the apricot blossom rain.
She walked slowly along the mountain path until the weeds became thinner, a stone tablet stood up, and a burial ground appeared.
From now on, every Qingming Festival, she will come here to pay tribute to someone.
Bu Tiange bent down and brushed away the raindrops on the stele with his hand.
She put away her umbrella, stared at the empty monument without words, and said, "I came to see you."
Raindrops fell from the sky, sprinkling all over her head and body. I don't know whether the drop of rain hanging in the corner of her eye was rain or tears.
"I had a very long dream in which I went back in time and did many things I had never done before.
"After waking up from the dream, I found that everything had come true. All those who hurt me were punished. I became the heir of the Yun family and finally no longer had to live in your shadow."
Bu Tiange lifted her skirt, squatted on the ground, picked a small bunch of wild flowers and placed them in front of the monument.
She poured out her thoughts one by one about the recent events, perhaps telling them to the person who was buried there, but more likely she was just venting her emotions.
"Grandma had a stroke and didn't make it through the Lunar New Year. Zhou Han tried to commit suicide but was saved. I persuaded her to go teach in the mountains, and she agreed."
"By the way, the Yun family is doing well now, and so am I. I'm studying very hard, trying to get rid of my cowardly and incompetent self and become a qualified heir."
She hated Yun Qianheng for so many years, until she had a dream, and realized how tragic it was to destroy herself because of hatred.
The more she hated, the more she wanted to live a good life, so good that the living would envy her and the dead would not be willing to rest in peace.
Bu Tiange knew that she was not the hard-hearted person in her dreams, and she would never be able to face Yun Qianheng's feelings in her entire life.
His love was the hand that strangled her throat, the scalpel against her face, and the obsession and madness that she could not bear.
Thinking that the bad fate that had entangled him for two lifetimes was finally over, Bu Tiange lightly nodded his eyes, and a layer of mist covered his beautiful autumn pupils.
She took one last look at the stone tablet and spoke slowly and calmly, word by word: "You are hateful and pitiful. I don't love you, but I think I won't hate you anymore."
After she finished speaking, she bowed deeply, opened her bright red umbrella, and disappeared into the vast green sky.
Reconciling with the past is the best redemption.
(End of the first plane)
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