Make your ex-boyfriend cry? That's easy!

Although everyone tried frantically to seal the wound with layer upon layer of gauze, the gauze turned red almost as soon as it was applied, so they had to keep replacing it with new gauze.

But even so, Jiang Yan's bleeding condition did not improve at all.

What's worse is that due to the lack of sufficient hemostatic tools and professional equipment at the scene, and no one dared to move Jiang Yan easily to avoid causing more serious consequences, everyone could only watch as Jiang Yan's life force became weaker and weaker as the blood was lost.

That deep feeling of powerlessness was like a heavy mountain pressing on everyone's heart, making them feel extremely desperate and painful.

Ji Cenzhou, who was standing aside, was already heartbroken and had started crying without knowing when.

Without hesitation, he stretched out his hands and tightly grasped Jiang Yan's bloody hand, and without any disgust, he gently placed it on his tear-stained cheek.

Tears flowed uncontrollably down his face and dripped onto Jiang Yan's blood-stained hands, as if telling of the endless fear deep in his heart.

"Jiang Yan..." Ji Cenzhou whispered softly, his voice trembling.

He carefully placed Jiang Yan's bloodless and slightly cold hand on his forehead again, then slowly closed his eyes, but tears couldn't help but slide down the corners of his eyes.

Since being kidnapped, Jiang Yan has experienced countless pains and tortures that are unimaginable to ordinary people, but he has never shed a tear.

Even when he witnessed the extremely sharp scalpel ruthlessly cutting open his chest, he still endured the pain and did not let the tears flow out.

However, at this moment, when he saw Ji Cenzhou so heartbroken and grief-stricken, the taut string in his heart suddenly broke, his eyes suddenly became moist, and tears began to flow uncontrollably.

Jiang Yan was exhausted at this time, and even crying seemed so powerless.

He could only quietly let the warm tears flow silently down his cheeks, dripping into his own pool of blood beneath him, splashing out a bunch of sad and beautiful tears.

He stared at Ji Cenzhou quietly with his gradually blurred vision, trying to imprint the other person's appearance deeply in his mind.

As time passed, blood continued to seep out of Jiang Yan's body, and the amount of blood kept increasing. His face, which was originally as pale as paper, became even paler, and even his lips lost the last trace of blood color.

Due to excessive blood loss, he felt that his eyes were covered by a thick layer of black fog, and this layer of black fog was constantly spreading, making the range in which he could see the surrounding objects smaller and smaller.

Gradually, his world fell into complete darkness and he could no longer see any light.

It was not until this moment that Jiang Yan truly felt the approach of death, and an unprecedented fear involuntarily surged in his heart.

Just as his consciousness was about to fade, he seemed to hear the rapid and shrill sirens of an ambulance coming from afar.

But he was so sleepy that his eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand-pound rock and he couldn't open them no matter how hard he tried.

Large, crystal clear tears rolled down continuously, soaking the pillow.

Just when Jiang Yan thought he was going to sleep forever, suddenly, a magical power surged into his heart, like a last hurrah, allowing him to temporarily regain some strength.

So, he used up the last bit of his strength, turned his hand around with difficulty and tightly grasped the hand that Ji Cenzhou was holding.

His hands were extremely cold and were even shaking constantly, like a candle swaying in the wind, which could go out at any time.

Jiang Yan's voice was filled with a strong and indissoluble cry, and he shouted intermittently: "Brother..."

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of the soul, filled with endless fear and despair.

"Brother...I don't want to die. I'm really scared..."

Jiang Yan's voice grew weaker and weaker, like a dying flame, swaying in the wind.

"I don't want to die..."

These repeated words seemed like Jiang Yan's final struggle, yet they seemed so powerless.

"Ji Cenzhou...I don't want it..."

Jiang Yan's voice gradually became inaudible and finally disappeared into the air.

The moment the sound stopped, time seemed to freeze.

Ji Cenzhou watched helplessly as the hand that had been tightly holding his suddenly lost all strength and fell down helplessly.

He subconsciously reached out to take it, as if this could save Jiang Yan's gradually fading life.

The world around me seemed to become extremely quiet all of a sudden.

There were so many people coming and going around, and according to common sense, it should be noisy here, but at this moment Ji Cenzhou could not hear a single sound.

The only sound left in the world was his own rapid and heavy breathing.

"...Jiang Yan?"

Ji Cenzhou heard his own hesitant and trembling voice, which seemed particularly abrupt in the silence.

However, no one responded to him, only deathly silence.

How come no one answered him?

Ji Cenzhou couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes. He suddenly leaned closer to Jiang Yan, stretched out his hands and gently stroked Jiang Yan's pale face, calling out over and over again:

"Jiang Yan...? Xiao Yan..."

"Yanyan, please don't scare me... Please wake up..."

Ji Cenzhou's voice was already filled with obvious tears, and tears were sliding down his cheeks uncontrollably.

At this time, a policeman came over and tried to comfort Ji Cenzhou, who was almost out of control, but he was ruthlessly pushed away.

Ji Cenzhou's eyes were red, and he shouted at the police at the top of his lungs: "Hurry up and save him——"

"He's just a kid, he's only seventeen... He's only seventeen!"

Ji Cenzhou's roar echoed in the air for a long time.

However, those people always looked at him with extremely regretful and apologetic eyes, and whispered: "Mr. Ji, the child has passed away..."

Every word hit Ji Cenzhou's heart like a heavy hammer.

At this moment, Ji Cenzhou's eyes were bloodshot and frighteningly red.

How could he not know this cruel truth? But deep down he could not accept it.

He kept asking himself why Jiang Yan was the one who suffered such misfortune?

“…I’m sorry, Yanyan.”

Ji Cenzhou's voice trembled, filled with endless regret and pain. Tears slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the cold ground.

"Brother is late."

This sentence seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and was filled with deep self-blame and despair.

****

Ji Cenzhou later visited the Jiang couple in prison.

When he stood outside the iron window, he said expressionlessly, "Jiang Ningzhi is dead."

There was no consideration for the other person's feelings in his words, which was so cold and chilling.

At that time, Jiang Ning was already on the brink of life and death, and the flame of life was shaky.

Seeing that the conspiracy carefully planned by the Jiang couple was exposed, not only did he fail to obtain Xinyuan, but even the so-called "biological parents" who could save him were imprisoned.

There was no hope of finding Xinyuan, and no one who could help him was left. Jiang Ningzhi was extremely anxious.

And in such a desperate situation, how long could Jiang Ningzhi linger? Within a few days, he died of heart failure due to his constant worry and extreme depression.

Ji Cenzhou's originally handsome face was now as cold as an ice sculpture. He pursed his lips tightly, and after a moment of silence, he broke the silence again:

"Jiang Yan is your real biological son. As for Jiang Ningzhi, he is just the son of Butler Li."

These words were like a thunderclap, exploding in the ears of the Jiang couple.

"impossible--"

The Jiang family's eyes widened, their faces filled with astonishment. They stared at Ji Cenzhou in disbelief, their hearts filled with turmoil.

"Nothing is impossible," Ji Cenzhou's handsome face was as expressionless as a sculpture. "You two both have type A blood. There's no way you can give birth to a child with type B blood like Jiang Ningzhi."

"As for how they managed to conceal this from you, you'll have to ask Butler Li."

"Oh... Jiang Ningzhi knew a long time ago that he was not your biological child."

After saying this, Ji Cenzhou handed the paternity test report of Jiang Yan and Jiang's father in his hand through the window without hesitation.

When the thin paper slid into the house, it seemed to be carrying a heavy burden, making it difficult for the entire room to breathe.

Ji Cenzhou's eyes, as deep as a pool of water, were fixed on the Jiang couple who were already dumbstruck.

"It was you who planned the death of your own son."

As soon as the words fell, the Jiang couple, who had been trying to remain calm, could no longer bear the immense pressure and guilt in their hearts. They broke down emotionally and burst into tears, hugging each other.

Their cries echoed in the air, filled with endless regret and pain.

****

In the days that followed, Ji Cenzhou attracted the attention of many opposite sexes with his outstanding appearance, outstanding talent and gentle temperament.

Whether they are young and lively students or mature and capable workplace elites; whether they are gentle and graceful girls or sunny and handsome boys, they all launched a passionate pursuit of him.

However, faced with so many suitors, Ji Cenzhou remained unmoved. After many years, he still remains single.

One of the girls was particularly enthusiastic and proactive. She had been pursuing Ji Cenzhou relentlessly for several months.

One day, this persistent little girl may feel that all her efforts have been in vain, and finally she becomes discouraged and decides to give up this fruitless relationship.

So, she mustered up the courage to walk up to Ji Cenzhou and asked with a hint of sadness, "Mr. Ji, is there really no one you like?"

Hearing this question, Ji Cenzhou was stunned for a moment, then fell into a brief silence.

At this moment, a familiar yet unfamiliar figure suddenly flashed through the depths of his mind. The figure seemed to be shrouded in a layer of gauze, making it difficult for him to see clearly, but he could clearly feel the other person's presence.

After a long while, Ji Cenzhou suddenly realized something and replied softly, "Yes."

When the little girl heard that Ji Cenzhou actually had someone he liked, an expression of extreme surprise appeared on her face.

After all, Ji Cenzhou always has an expression that says "stay away from strangers", and it is impossible to imagine what Ji Cenzhou would look like when he likes someone.

The little girl blinked in disbelief and stammered, "Huh? Who is it? How old are you?"

Ji Cenzhou's eyes softened, and a hint of deep nostalgia flashed in his eyes.

He slowly said, "It's a younger brother, he's seventeen years old this year."

After saying this, he sighed softly, as if there were endless stories and emotions hidden in his heart.

The little girl's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief.

The look in her eyes when she looked at Ji Cenzhou changed, as if she suddenly didn't recognize the person in front of her.

Ji Cenzhou is twenty-nine this year, and compared to when he was seventeen, the age difference seems really big.

No wonder the little girl was so shocked.

However, before the little girl recovered from her shock, she heard Ji Cenzhou whisper again:

"Unfortunately, he will always remain seventeen years old."

This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, leaving the little girl completely stunned.

Her mind went blank and it took her several seconds to react.

Then, as if realizing she had asked the wrong question, she hurriedly bowed to Ji Cenzhou repeatedly, muttering, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Every time he bent down, it was a standard 90-degree angle, appearing very sincere and guilty.

Ji Cenzhou waved his hand: "It's okay."

His thoughts had already drifted far away, flying to the quiet cemetery.

……

Ji Cenzhou came to the cemetery again, the third time this month.

It was quiet here, with only the rustling of leaves in the breeze.

He slowly walked to a tombstone and stopped.

The tombstone looks new and well-maintained.

Ji Cenzhou took out a white handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wiped the dust off the surface of the stele.

After wiping the tombstone, Ji Cenzhou stretched out his fingers and gently stroked the boy with a shy smile in the photo.

His fingertips felt the coldness of the stone tablet, but a warm feeling surged in his heart.

Then he bent down and placed a bunch of gorgeous roses that he had carefully selected from a roadside flower shop in front of Jiang Yan's grave.

After doing all this, Ji Cenzhou stood up and stared quietly at Jiang Yan on the tombstone.

"I'm sorry, Yanyan."

"Brother failed to protect you..."

His voice was deep and hoarse, filled with endless pain and regret even after so many years.

After standing like this for a long time, Ji Cenzhou slowly lowered his head and gently kissed the boy in the photo on the tombstone.

The touch is icy cold.

But he seemed to be able to feel Jiang Yan's former warmth and presence.

He said: "...I love you, Yanyan."

This is the fourth year since Jiang Yan left, and Ji Cenzhou finally realizes that he likes Jiang Yan.

...Late love.