Let me win you over, and you'll become a heartthrob before I even begin?

It wasn't until Jian Luoyue gave birth and was forced to donate blood and a kidney that she finally saw through this seemingly glamorous but actually decadent love.

On the day her son died, she woke up in a daze, wondering why she had wasted her days and squandered her life on such a person.

But she didn't want to die; life had to go on.

She left her homeland and went to S country, wanting to spend the rest of her life alone.

While tidying up her belongings, she inadvertently found a slightly yellowed handwritten letter.

She opened the handwritten letter, and the beautiful handwriting on it was full of blessings for her.

It makes people feel warm and happy.

Logically speaking, she should have thrown this handwritten letter away long ago, but for some reason, her subconscious kept telling her not to.

Furthermore, since it was a handwritten letter wishing her well in her relationship with Jiang Liye, she kept it.

Now, she has long since abandoned the relationship and no longer needs this handwritten letter.

Just as I was about to throw it away, I happened to catch a glimpse of the lighter on the table.

Forget it.

It's better to burn it.

Let's just consider it a thing of the past.

She had just picked up her lighter when her phone rang; it was her mother calling.

She casually picked up the phone, placed it on the table, and turned on speakerphone.

"Hey, Mom."

"Yueyue...I heard you...got divorced?"

"Yes, mother."

Upon hearing that Jian Luoyue had divorced, Jian's mother burst into tears of joy, "That's wonderful, wonderful! You've finally come to your senses! Yueyue, where are you now? Your father and I will come pick you and Ruirui up right now!"

After a moment of silence, Jian Luoyue finally spoke: "Mom, Rui Rui is gone... I'm planning to go abroad... I might not come back often."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, as if time had been locked away.

It was a very long time, so long that it seemed as if time had stopped, before Jian's mother's choked voice came: "Okay, your father and mother will go abroad with you to leave this sad place. You can come back when you want to."

Hearing her mother's comforting words, Jian Luoyue couldn't help but feel tears welling up in her eyes, and she sobbed with emotion: "I'm sorry, Mom... I should have listened to you back then, and I shouldn't have been with that scumbag!"

Seemingly in order to break with the past, she resolutely picked up a lighter and burned a corner of the handwritten letter.

The blazing flames, like the glow of the sunset, seemed poised to engulf the entire sheet of paper.

The flames kept licking the paper.

On the other end of the phone, Jian's mother comforted her: "Alas, things are unpredictable. Since you're going abroad anyway, go and say goodbye to your old friends properly."

"Speaking of which, weren't you and Xixi very close before? Sigh, I heard she's gone. What a pity. Such a well-behaved and lovely girl. You two were so close back then. I don't know what happened between you, but..."

"Take your mother's advice and at least don't leave with regrets. Go see her before you leave."

Jian Luoyue's hand paused, her mother's advice echoing in her ears.

My consciousness gradually faded, but the blurry figures in my mind began to clear little by little.

The familiar figure in her mind finally saw the light of day again, and she seemed to see the girl turn around clearly through her memory.

The girl in her memory turned and reached out her hand, a bright and sincere smile on her face, her voice gentle and clear as she called Jian Luoyue's name:

"Yueyue!"

Just then, a gentle breeze drifted in through the open window, ruffling Jian Luoyue's hair, and the sound beside her seemed to grow closer on the soft wind:

"Good morning, Yueyue."

"Yueyue, you look so beautiful when you read."

"Yueyue, shall we go together?"

Familiar whispers echoed in her ears, accompanied by the clear image of the girl appearing before her. This vivid image, at this moment, was like a shattered shackle, completely recalled in her mind.

At last.

She saw the girl from her memory, who smiled at her gently but firmly:

"Yueyue, of course I like you."

Jian Luoyue's eyes gradually blurred and became misty, and she could hardly see whether what she was seeing was real or not.

The moment her eyes fell upon the handwritten words on the letter, she disregarded the need to find something to put out the fire and desperately extinguished the flames with her own hands, ignoring the scorching heat of the flames.

Ignoring the possibility of burning his hands, he mechanically and anxiously tried to extinguish the flames.

But the flames burned faster than she could.

She didn't have time to extinguish the flames; the flames burned the entire sheet of paper to ashes, leaving only ashes that could be extinguished with a gentle breath.

Jian Luoyue held the ashes in her hands. Thinking of the words she had just seen, her eyes quickly filled with tears. A sharp pain shot through her heart, a reproachful, questioning pain—

why?

why?

Why forget the most important person!

A suffocating feeling, like drowning, enveloped her completely. She collapsed to her knees, bent over, wailing and crying hysterically. Her stiff body seemed to be pressed tightly by an overwhelming pressure of grief, and she could hardly breathe.

His fingers slowly curled up, gripping the last remaining ashes tightly.

Thinking of the sadness Yan Weixi felt every time she came looking for her with joy, only to be hurt by her cold gaze, she felt like she couldn't breathe.

She screamed silently with all her might, but not a sound or a tear came out. The suffocating despair bound her tightly, leaving her overwhelmed with grief and unable to move.

A soft voice came from the other end of the phone, asking, "Yueyue? Yueyue, what's wrong?"

Jian Luoyue was pulled back to reality by her mother's voice. She hurriedly got up and tried to pick up her phone.

The moment I stood up, the ashes flew up with the wind outside the window, like a kite string that had slipped from my grasp and could never be retrieved.

Jian Luoyue watched this scene unfold, biting her lip until it bled, forcing back her sobs. She could only harden her heart and stop looking at the swirling ashes, turning to pick up her phone and hang up.

She then sent a message to her mother, telling her not to worry about her.

She stumbled out the door, ignoring the nanny calling her. She ran aimlessly, not knowing where to look for Yan Weixi.

The dark clouds in the sky had quietly covered the once bright sunshine.

Perhaps the cool breeze today had foreshadowed this, but she ignored it.

She ran while calling Shen Yunchi.

The phone rang for a long time.

A light drizzle was falling.

After a long, long time, the call finally connected on the other end of the phone.

A hoarse voice came from the other end: "Hello?"

Hearing the voice she so desperately wanted to hear, Jian Luoyue, clinging to a sliver of unrealistic hope, immediately asked, "Achi, where is Xixi?"

The other party remained silent for a long time.

As time went on, Jian Luoyue's heart grew colder and colder.

A warm voice slowly uttered the coldest words Jian Luoyue had ever heard in her life:

"She's dead."

"Boom——"

A muffled sound came from the horizon.

Jian Luoyue's eyes reddened again, and an endless chill ran through her body.

She finally succumbed to the overwhelming grief and collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted.

At the same time, a torrential downpour began, as if to wash the earth, pelting her with countless raindrops. Like an invisible pressure, it completely overwhelmed her, soaking her to the bone.