100 Days of Rebirth: The Loyal Dog of the Cold and Aloof Actress

Meng Tingwan climbed up the steps and continued walking upwards.

Cen Yi saw her fall from behind and quickened his pace.

Just then, a light rain began to fall from the sky, dripping down in a drizzling sound.

Cheng Yu's black overcoat was quickly soaked. He knelt before Madam Cheng's grave, his hands clenched into fists and hanging at his sides. The emotions he had suppressed for so long finally broke down at this moment, and he burst into tears.

The rain poured down harder, drowning out his voice.

Meng Tingwan didn't go forward. She stood on the lawn, looking at the dark figure not far away and the faint, suppressed, painful, and sorrowful cries she could hear.

"grandmother."

She murmured, her face wet with a mixture of rain and tears, her hair and clothes completely soaked.

Cen Yi came up behind her, opened the umbrella, and held it above her head.

Cheng Yu, standing before the tomb, was soaked to the bone. He braced himself on the ground with his hands, trying to keep himself from falling, but it was no use, and he still couldn't control his body and collapsed.

Meng Tingwan had just taken a step out of her predicament when she saw Feng Zhuo run over with an umbrella and help Cheng Yu up.

She pulled her foot back and continued standing there.

The cold wind kept blowing, chilling her to the bone. When she ran up, she wasn't even wearing a coat, just a sweater.

Worried that she would get cold, Cen Yi put down the umbrella and took off his own coat to put it on her.

The moment she put it on, Meng Tingwan fell backward, and Cen Yi quickly caught her, "Miss Meng."

Then he saw blood flowing from Meng Tingwan's nose again.

Meng Tingwan's face was as pale as paper, and she was in pain all over. She tugged at Cen Yi's sleeve and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "Let me sit down."

Cen Yi was truly panicked at this moment. He felt that the person in his arms was losing life little by little.

"Miss Meng, let me take you away. Your health is not good."

"No, I'm not leaving, I'm fine." Meng Tingwan sat on the ground, panting slightly, her eyes never leaving where Cheng Yu was.

She raised her hand to wipe away the blood, but it didn't help at all.

They bleed like it was free, as if they wanted to bleed them dry before they were done.

So she stopped wiping and let it continue to flow.

Cheng Yu knelt before the tombstone for a long time and cried for a long time until he could no longer make a sound.

-

Meng Tingwan didn't know how she left the cemetery.

When she opened her eyes again, she was in bed at the Arashiyama apartment.

Just then, An'an pushed the door open and came in. Seeing that she was awake, she rushed over, her eyes full of worry, "Sister, you're awake! Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

Fang Jia and Cen Yi heard the noise and quickly ran over.

"Xiao Wan, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me." Fang Jia's eyes were red and swollen, clearly from crying, and her voice was still a little choked.

Meng Tingwan looked at Cen Yi and heard him say, "You fainted there. When I brought you back, I ran into them."

When Fang Jia saw Meng Tingwan's face covered in blood, she almost fainted. Fortunately, after a familiar doctor examined her, he said it was due to excessive grief, so she no longer suspected anything.

Fang Jia was worried that there was something wrong with her health, as she was bleeding so much from her nose.

"Xiao Wan, let's go to the hospital for a check-up."

Meng Tingwan gently shook her head, "No need, I'm not sick."

But the hundred days are almost up, and I'm going to die. The cause of my illness can't be found at all.

Hearing her say that, Fang Jia didn't go along with her as usual for the first time. "Xiao Wan, there's no room for discussion on this. You have to go for the checkup."

His tone was one of unwavering insistence.

An'an, standing beside her, held her hand and said, "Yes, sister, let's go get checked out, okay?"

Meng Tingwan didn't want to go through all that trouble, but to put their minds at ease, she compromised, "Okay, I'll check, but before that, I need to go somewhere first."

-

Forty minutes later, Cen Yi parked his car in front of the Jinghua Royal Garden.

Meng Tingwan got out of the car, holding an umbrella. "Wait for me here."

She closed the door, looked up at the villa in front of her, her emotions complicated, and the stinging in her eyes returned.

Meng Tingwan quickly lowered her head and took several deep breaths.

Don't cry, you mustn't cry.

She kept giving herself positive affirmations until she calmed down before taking a step forward.

"Drip drip"

The combination lock clicked open, and Meng Tingwan folded her umbrella and went inside.

The room was dark, with no lights on.

She reached for the light switch on the wall and turned on the light.

The light wasn't too bright, but it allowed her to clearly see the man slumped on the sofa, his figure looking utterly颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of listlessness, decadence, or dejection).

Cheng Yu knew it was her who had returned, so he turned his head blankly. The moment he saw her, his eyes reddened again.

Meng Tingwan heard him say to her in an extremely hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, I couldn't pick you up."

Meng Tingwan clenched her hands tightly to keep herself from crying because of his words.

How could this man be so stupid?

Why should he apologize to himself?

“Cheng Yu, it’s me.” Meng Tingwan’s voice was tight. “I only saw Grandma’s message after I got off the plane. I’m sorry, I missed it.”

"It's okay, Grandma likes you, she won't blame you."

Seeing her standing there motionless, Cheng Yu wiped his face with his hand and reached out to her, "Tingting, come here, I want to hug you."

Meng Tingwan put down the umbrella, but her feet seemed to be embedded in the ground, unable to move at all.

She struggled to move forward, her steps heavy, and when she finally reached Cheng Yu, the man pulled her over and hugged her.

Cheng Yu rested his head on her lower abdomen, his arms encircling her waist, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.

Meng Tingwan lowered her head, a tear falling onto his clothes. She saw that the man, who usually kept his emotions hidden, was now trembling even as he held her, and his sobbing echoed in the quiet living room.

"Listen, Grandma is gone, and I didn't even get to see her one last time."

"She was perfectly fine last month, how could this happen..."

"Listen to this, you're all I have left, only you."

Meng Tingwan bit her lip hard, trying not to make a sound.

But her heart was bleeding; it felt as if a hole had been torn open inside, and blood was seeping out incessantly, threatening to engulf her.

But Cheng Yu, what should I do? It seems I can't stay with you forever.

I'm going to die too, and I'm going to leave you too.

What will you do then?

What will you do if you're all alone?

His grandmother was his only remaining thought in the world after his parents passed away, and she was his support from childhood to adulthood.

Now that the old lady has passed away, he has lost a pillar of support.

If I were to leave in a hundred days, how much pain he would feel.

"Cheng Yu."

Meng Tingwan gripped his clothes, her eyes fixed on the distance, trying to make her voice cold and stiff.

Immediately afterward, Cheng Yu heard a voice from above.

"Let's get a divorce."