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

But he didn't expect that.

Yan Weixi went mad first.

After the deaths of his parents, brother, and sister, the person he considered his last "salvation" was also tormented to this extent.

All her former close friends left her, ignoring her to her face and abandoning her.

Even Li Yao, who had stood by him through that dark period, was plunged into darkness herself.

Already feeling lonely inside, she was sensitive and fragile. The rumors and verbal abuse she experienced in high school had already tormented her both physically and mentally.

She ultimately couldn't hold on.

He was in a daze all day, feeling numb all over.

At this moment, Yan Weixi sat quietly on the stool like a lifeless doll, without any reaction.

Lian Yiheng knelt down in front of her, his face showing tenderness, his eyes reddening, and he spoke softly, carefully coaxing her:

"Sister, I'll be here for you from now on."

"Please don't be sad, okay?"

His voice began to tremble, his fingers couldn't help but reach for her face, yet he dared not touch her.

She sat there blankly on the stool, as if she had lost her soul.

Lian Yiheng's voice trembled as he raised her hand, touched his cheek, and chuckled sadly, his gentle eyes unable to conceal the overflowing sorrow.

"Sister...look at me, okay?"

"I'm so sorry, sister. If I had come back sooner, would things have turned out this way? It's all my fault, all my fault... all my fault."

His voice gradually became choked with emotion.

Yan Weixi's icy fingers touched his warm face.

"Sister...you must be very sad after going through so much, right? I'll stay with you until you're happy again..."

I know you're very sad right now.

"Be sad all you want, it's okay, we have a long life ahead of us."

"There is more hope as long as you are alive."

Lian Yiheng talked on and on.

The girl in front of him remained unmoved, her eyes blank and numb as she stared straight ahead, as if her soul had been ripped out, leaving only an empty shell on the verge of collapse.

Lian Yiheng became more and more distressed as he spoke. He said a lot, but he couldn't move Yan Weixi.

Lian Yiheng was probably driven by a sense of desperation. He covered Yan Weixi's hand with a wronged expression, rested his chin on her hand, as if he were kissing her.

Tears streamed down Lian Yiheng's face, dripping onto their hands. His voice was almost pleading and aggrieved, like a pitiful puppy raising its wet eyes. The tears, like surging mist, made his affectionate eyes even more hazy and dreamlike.

"elder sister."

"Please, please stop thinking about that person, okay?"

"I can do that too."

"I can do better."

What's so good about him?

"He only bullies and deceives you. Don't be sad and upset over someone like him anymore, okay? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made you wait for me for so long..."

"it's all my fault."

His voice was already tinged with a distinctly intense sobbing tone.

"Sister...can you please stop liking him? He's not worth it."

"Sister...please..."

"Look at me, am I alright..."

Lian Yiheng pressed his face against her palm with a look of longing and grievance, his eyes filled with heartache.

"Sister...look at me, okay?"

"Don't like him anymore..."

"I...you".

The crackling electronic sound drowned out Lian Yiheng's last words.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Yan Weixi seem to be moved, raise her hand, change her expression, and look at him with a guilty look: "Hengheng, I'm sorry, I made you worry."

Seeing Yan Weixi regain her spirits, he beamed with joy: "It's alright, sister, just cheer up!"

Yan Weixi looked at him gently: "I'm a little sleepy, I want to go to sleep."

"it is good."

But what Lian Yiheng didn't expect was that after he coaxed Yan Weixi to sleep, he himself fell asleep due to exhaustion from not having slept for a long time.

After waking up, Yan Weixi went to Saint Lia alone and stood on the rooftop of Saint Lia.

She could hear the people below cursing her for being shameless and telling her to die.

When Lian Yiheng arrived, he saw that the rooftop was full of people begging Yan Weixi not to jump.

"Sister! Xixi!"

"Please... don't take another step, okay?"

"We promised each other we'd live well from now on, didn't we?"

"Come……"

"Come to me... I'll take you back, okay?"

She stood on the rooftop, oblivious to everything.

With a heavy heart, Lian Yiheng said something against his will: "Didn't you say we were your most important friends?"

"You jumped down, you jumped down right in front of us, what are we supposed to do?"

"We witnessed you jump. Do you know how much psychological trauma this will cause us?"

Hear this.

Yan Weixi's empty eyes gradually cleared. She looked around and saw her most important friends begging her not to die.

A look of guilt crossed her face: "I'm sorry..."

"me……"

She didn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry... I was too selfish. You're right, I shouldn't have done that..."

Lien Yi-heng's words brought her back to her senses. Rather than breaking down and jumping off the building, she was more afraid that if she jumped, it would cause her friends psychological trauma and put pressure on them because of her.

She can't be so selfish.

Her friends are very, very good.

Even if she didn't want to live, she shouldn't treat them like this.

They still have a bright future.

She couldn't just selfishly jump down and end it all, without considering what would happen to them after they witnessed this scene.

She was about to walk back.

Seeing her intention, Lian Yiheng cautiously stepped forward and extended his hand towards her.

Yan Weixi had just reached out her hand when their fingertips were about to touch.

Sudden.

A gust of wind blew.

Yan Weixi seemed to be pushed down by an invisible force, her body falling backward uncontrollably.

Upon witnessing this scene, Lian Yiheng broke down and cried out, "No!!"

He lunged forward and grabbed her fingers, but as soon as he grasped her fingertips, he lost his grip and could not pull away.

Yan Weixi's fingertips slipped from his hand, and he witnessed his favorite person fall right before his eyes.

He almost caught up with his beloved.

Grab him—

hope.

*

"If you could do it again, could you save her sooner?"

"I...can."

"Are you willing to dedicate your time to her forever? Of course, if you succeed, you can get your time back, but it's also a gamble."

"I am willing."

"...Wow. Another love-struck fool."

Lian Yiheng remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "I have another question."

"what is the problem?"

"Her suicide—"

"Was it voluntary?"

"Oh? You've already figured it out?"

The voice seemed to come from the distant past, deliberately teasing the listener, tinged with amused laughter:

"No."