This was the first time in Qin Shisheng's life that he had been so disheveled.
He wasn't even dressed properly, but he had come here with great anticipation.
The woman in the photo looks up and is smiling so happily.
She's still so beautiful!
"I want to see her body! I won't believe it until I see it!"
Qin Shisheng shouted loudly at the people inside.
She has been laid to rest!
"Dig it up! I want to see if it's really her!"
Qin Shisheng was so emotionally agitated that he lost his reason.
Lin Zhibai walked out with sadness in his eyes, and used his computer to pull up the video.
"Brother Qin! I have the video of the final examination of the deceased's body when the sparks fly!"
Qin Shisheng kept his eyes glued to the video until the very end.
I felt utterly exhausted and collapsed onto the ground, as if my blood had frozen and my heart had solidified.
My eyes were wet, and it felt like something was stuck in my throat, making it impossible for me to speak.
"You're such a foolish woman! Why can't you just stay with me!"
"I'm the one who loves you the most!"
Qin Shisheng was breathing heavily, tears streaming down her face, glistening in the sunlight.
I can't believe she's really gone!
"I truly love you! If loving you is wrong, I don't want to be right! I'd rather be wrong for the rest of my life!"
He muttered to himself.
Then she fainted...
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A few days later, the sun was shining brightly again.
Qin Shisheng's heart seemed to be shrouded in a gloom.
He walked slowly toward Yao Qian's tombstone with heavy steps.
When he finally stood before that cold tombstone, his gaze involuntarily fell on the smiling photo of Yao Qian on the tombstone.
Her smile was so radiant and beautiful, but at this moment, that smile was like a sharp dagger, piercing Qin Shi's heart.
"Why can't you smile at me?" Qin Shi murmured to himself, his voice filled with pain and resentment.
"I'm so jealous of Jin Buwei! What's so great about that guy?" He clenched his fists, his anger burning fiercely.
"Foolish woman!" Qin Shi muttered again.
"I'm just as good as him in every way! In terms of talent, looks, and sincerity towards you, how am I inferior to him? Why can't you see my good points?"
As he spoke, his eyes gradually welled up with tears.
"Why don't you kill me too? That way we could leave together... Don't you want me to come with you? Huh? Answer me!"
However, the only response he received was the suffocating silence around him.
And so, Qin Shisheng continued chatting with Yao Qian as if nothing had happened.
He expressed his longing for her.
Sometimes, he would be so excited that he would dance with joy; other times, he would be heartbroken and silently shed tears.
After an unknown amount of time, Qin Shi felt somewhat tired.
He slowly sat down on the ground, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and took a deep drag.
Amidst the swirling smoke, his gaze never left Yao Qian's photograph.
Time passed by, and night quietly fell.
The moonlight, like water, shone on Qin Shi, adding to his sense of desolation.
He remained sitting there quietly, motionless.
A full day and night passed, and Qin Shi showed no sign of leaving.
Jiangzhou visited this place during that time.
They brought water and food to Qin Shisheng.
But he ignored it, focusing all his attention on the tombstone and the photo on it.
At this very moment, in this peaceful cemetery,
Only Qin Shi's broken heart was still trembling slightly...
——
Far away in a foreign land, Kim Bu-hwan is busy with a crucial business negotiation.
However, on this seemingly ordinary day, a sudden piece of news struck him like a bolt from the blue—the devastating news of Yao Qian's passing arrived.
At that moment, the documents and water glass that Jin Buhuan had been tightly holding slipped from his hands and fell heavily onto the hard ground.
A crisp, piercing sound of shattering glass echoed throughout the room.
He seemed to lose all support, and his body went limp to the ground.
His subordinates immediately came forward and helped him up.
The customer looked up and asked, "Mr. Jin, are you alright?"
He lowered his head and composed himself.
"Excuse me! I need a few minutes to compose myself."
He got up and left the office apologetically.
My gaze involuntarily settled on the phone.
The tombstone is inscribed with Jin Buwei's name.
Below the name written in blood were the words "Jin Buwei's wife" clearly engraved.
It broke his heart.
In an instant, an indescribable pain suddenly erupted from his chest, as if a raging fire was scorching his heart.
The pain caused his vision to gradually blur, as if a layer of crystal-clear mist had quietly covered his eyes.
Tears welled up in my eyes, slowly streaming down my cheeks, seeping into the depths of my heart, eventually turning into endless sorrow and bitterness.
Jin Buhuan could no longer suppress the surging emotions in his heart.
He whirled around and roared at his subordinates, "Book me the fastest flight back home right now! Immediately! I need to go back!"
His voice was low and hoarse, filled with sadness and deep regret.
"Yes, Young Master Jin!" The subordinate trembled with fright at his sudden outburst of anger and quickly responded, then hurriedly began to arrange the itinerary.
Two days later, in the early morning,
Sunlight streamed through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the airport waiting hall, illuminating Kim Bu-hwan's slightly haggard face.
After a long flight, he finally set foot on this familiar yet unfamiliar land.
As soon as I got off the plane,
Without even taking a moment's rest, he immediately sat in the wheelchair that had been waiting for him and sped toward Yao Qian's grave.
When the wheelchair stopped in front of the snow-white tombstone, Kim Bu-hwan trembled as he reached out his hands and gently stroked the face in the photograph.
Where my fingertips touch, I can almost feel the lingering warmth of my former lover.
"I'm sorry... In the end, I'm the one who let you down!"
He muttered to himself, his voice choked with emotion, barely forming coherent sentences.
"It's all my fault. I selfishly took advantage of your feelings for me! From beginning to end, I was just using you!"
At this point, Jin Buhuan's tears finally poured down like a flood.
"My career was everything, even more important than life itself! But only now do I realize that the person I love most is equally important, but it's all too late. I destroyed our happiness with my own hands. How could you be so foolish? Why were you so devoted to someone as worthless as me..."
He was lost in sadness, muttering to himself.
A voice came from behind me.
"I knew you weren't dead!"
"He really is heartless..."
"That's ruthless!"
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