Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

"that……"

Luo Tianxiong stood up, breaking the silence.

"Mr. Zhang needs a little more time for the glue to dry completely."

He pointed to the terrace outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Xiao Xu, want to come out for some fresh air with me?"

"It's so stuffy inside."

Xu Qing came to her senses.

He glanced at Zhang Henian, who was still busy, and then at the still quiet screen.

He nodded.

"it is good."

The two walked onto the terrace one after the other.

The reason why Yunding Manor is called Yunding is because it is built on the highest mountain in Linhai City.

Standing on this terrace, you can overlook the entire city's night view.

Beneath my feet are the lights of countless homes.

In the distance lies the pitch-black sea.

It's very windy.

The wind made Xu Qing's thin hoodie flutter loudly.

Luo Tianxiong took out an exquisite silver cigarette case from his pocket.

"Want one?"

"It's airlifted from Cuba, not very strong, but good for relieving fatigue."

Xu Qing shook his head.

"Thank you, I don't smoke."

Luo Tianxiong didn't force him, and he didn't order any himself.

He was holding that expensive cigar in his hand and twirling it around.

"Is it to protect your voice?"

Luo Tianxiong asked a question.

"no."

Xu Qing gazed at the distant lights, her eyes somewhat unfocused.

"The little fish doesn't like the smell of smoke."

"She said the smell of smoke was pungent and gave her a headache."

"Even though she's gone, I still have to keep my promise to her."

Luo Tianxiong's hand stiffened for a moment. He stuffed the cigar back into the cigarette case, and felt another pang of sorrow in his heart.

This isn't just living life; it's practically a form of spiritual practice, like that of an ascetic.

"Little Xu."

Luo Tianxiong held onto the railing with both hands, trying to sound as casual as possible.

"I just heard what you said at the dinner table, and the song you sang on the show."

"It's obvious you love her very much."

"but……"

Luo Tianxiong paused, seemingly considering his words.

"The dead cannot be brought back to life."

"You're so young and talented."

"The road ahead is still long."

"Why not try to move on?"

Luo Tianxiong turned his head and looked at Xu Qing's profile.

"I think, if she has a spirit in heaven..."

"She definitely wants you to be happy, not like this, living like a..."

He didn't say the words "walking dead".

But the meaning has been conveyed.

Xu Qing did not answer immediately.

He reached out his hand, as if trying to catch a gust of wind, but the wind slipped through his fingers.

They caught nothing.

"hapiness?"

Xu Qing repeated the word softly.

A mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Mr. Luo."

Do you know what forgetting is?

Luo Tianxiong was stunned for a moment.

"Forgetting means... not being able to remember?"

"No."

Xu Qing shook her head.

"True forgetting begins with ceasing to feel pain."

He turned around, leaning against the railing, his eyes filled with a deathly stillness that was unbearable to look at.

"Happiness is a kind of betrayal."

"If I become happy, who will remember her pain?"

"She left all alone."

"I have no family, no friends, and certainly no me."

"She must be terrified over there."

"If even I can forget that pain, start enjoying life, and start falling in love with someone else again."

"Then she has truly disappeared from this world."

Xu Qing's voice was very soft, without any hysteria, as if she were stating a physical law.

"Only remember the pain."

"It hurts with every breath."

"Only then can we prove she was here."

"To prove that I'm still alive."

These words were too heavy, as heavy as a boulder that hit Luo Tianxiong directly on the top of his head. He opened his mouth, but found that his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton.

He couldn't utter a single word.

Behind the screen.

Luo Qianyu pressed herself against the cold wall.

I've cried all my tears.

Only silent sobs remained.

It felt like my heart was being gripped tightly in someone's hand and then twisted forcefully.

The pain was so intense she wanted to scream.

I'm not in pain!

I'm not dead!

Please stop torturing yourself like this!

I want to make you happy!

I want you to laugh carefree like you used to!

Xu Qing, you big idiot!

Why can't you be a little selfish?

Why live with such a non-existent sin?

Luo Qianyu wanted to rush out.

Even if her father broke her leg.

Even if I am disgraced tomorrow.

She wanted to rush out and hug that fool too.

Tell him it's all fake.

but.

Just as her foot moved slightly...

Xu Qing's voice drifted over again.

It carried a chilling calm.

Do you know how she got there?

Luo Tianxiong's back tensed up suddenly.

"How...did you leave?"

He actually knew the gist of the lie.

That vicious woman, Sister Hong, told him it was a "sudden onset of a hereditary disease."

But he didn't know the specific details.

I don't know what Sister Hong said to Xu Qing that could make this child so desperate.

Xu Qing raised her head.

Looking at the not-quite-full moon in the sky.

"That was May 520th last year."

"I've saved up enough money for the surgery; I want to surprise her."

"Then I received a call from her 'brother'."

He said…

Xu Qing's Adam's apple bobbed violently.

Every word seemed like a shard of barbed glass, cutting his throat.

He said the little fish died from severe skin ulcers.

"His whole body is rotting."

"There wasn't a single good piece of meat."

"His face and body were covered in pus and blood."

"He said the little fish looked too horrible and ugly before it died."

"So you don't want me to see you one last time."

She said she hoped that in my memory she would always be that girl with beautiful eyes, even though she was wearing a mask.

Click!

A crisp sound.

The unlit cigar in Luo Tianxiong's hand was snapped in two by force.

Tobacco scraps were scattered all over the ground.

Luo Tianxiong's face instantly turned a purplish-brown.

The veins on his forehead bulged out one by one.

They looked like angry earthworms.

Skin ulceration?

His whole body was rotting?

That damn agent!

That damned Sister Hong!

In order to put an end to Xu Qing's hopes.

In order to make Xu Qing give up completely.

They actually fabricated such a vicious, disgusting, and heartbreaking cause of death!

That's his daughter!

She was a princess who was cherished and pampered since childhood!

How could someone curse me like this?

Luo Tianxiong felt his blood pressure soar to 180.

If he had a gun right now.

I would absolutely rush to the detention center without hesitation and riddle that Sister Hong with bullets.

This is not a scam.

This is practically pushing Xu Qing to the brink of a mental breakdown!

No wonder this year.

Xu Qing lives like a ghost.

Which man could endure this kind of torment?

The woman he deeply loves.

In loneliness and fear, I watched myself rot away little by little.

Meanwhile, he held onto the money, waiting like a fool for Valentine's Day.

This sense of guilt.

That's enough to drive any normal person crazy.

"She loves to look pretty so much."

Xu Qing lowered her head and looked at her palm.

"She used to cry for ages if she got a pimple on her face."

"That's how you died."

"She must have been terrified."

"Over the past year."

"I'm afraid to turn off the lights every night."

I'm afraid of the dark.

"I'm afraid she won't be able to find her way in the dark, and I'm afraid she'll come back to me with that face on her face and be scared when she sees me."

"I'm not afraid of ghosts."

I'm just afraid she'll avoid me.