Rebirth: My Childhood Sweetheart Came into My Arms

He struggled to stand up, leaning against the windowsill, and stretched his upper body out of the window to breathe in the fresh air.

Spring, what a beautiful season.

Everything was reviving, flowers were blooming, and everything was full of hope. Yet, in this most splendid season, he experienced the taste of utter despair.

Disfigurement, a broken leg, and breaking up with Lan Yuan—none of these could break him.

He Ziyu believed that he was strong enough, after all, he still had his family by his side, and Jiang Chengyu was waiting for him outside.

He even thought that once he recovered a bit better, he would go to the best doctors in the country for several more plastic surgeries, and once his face was barely presentable, he would go to see Jiang Chengyu, accompany him to his favorite rock band's concert, and take him bungee jumping, something he had always wanted to do, to repay Jiang Chengyu's life-saving grace in every way he could.

But now that Jiang Chengyu is gone, his most trusted younger brother is hoping for his death.

There was nothing left in this world for him to cherish.

Perhaps because He Ziyu's body was leaning too far out, people downstairs quickly noticed him and crowded around, gossiping and some even cupped their hands to their mouths and shouted at him not to do such a dangerous thing.

He Ziyu ignored those people and those voices, and slowly closed his eyes.

He knew that life could not be relived.

But he hoped that someone would be waiting for him on the other side, offering him warmth and strength, so that he wouldn't be alone on his journey away...

He Ziyu used all his strength to jump out of the window.

The big white cat behind him screamed and jumped to the window, but it slipped and fell down with He Ziyu.

The crowd downstairs was in chaos, watching helplessly as a man and a cat lay in a pool of blood.

Everyone assumed that the once-glorious eldest son of the He family had committed suicide because he couldn't bear the disfigurement and disability.

No one knows what he went through before he committed suicide.

And no one will ever know.

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"Ayu, get up quickly, the sun's already high in the sky."

He Ziyu was sleeping soundly when he suddenly felt someone pull back the blanket covering him and pat his bottom twice.

The familiar sound and the two crisp "snap snaps" made He Ziyu feel a little dazed.

Wasn't he dead?

How can a dead person have consciousness?

"Even though you've finished your exams, with your English score, if you don't study hard during the summer vacation, you'll definitely fall behind in the first year of high school." Zhou Ying drew back the curtains and opened the window.

The light was too bright, so He Ziyu shielded his eyes with his hand. However, the warmth on his hand made him realize something, and he suddenly sat up in bed!

His mother was bending over to mop the floor when she saw him suddenly sit up. Startled, she exclaimed, "Why are you up so quickly today? Go and have breakfast; I've prepared everything for you."

He Ziyu stared blankly at his mother. A few seconds later, he scrambled off the bed, rushed over, and hugged her tightly.

Zhou Ying was completely bewildered by her son's sudden action, and even dropped the mop on the ground.

He Ziyu hugged Zhou Ying tightly around the waist, and after a long while, he asked in a trembling voice, "Mom, is that you?"

His biological mother, Zhou Ying, died in a car accident when he was in his second year of high school. With the help of He Ningqiu and Jiang Chengyu, it took He Ziyu more than half a year to emerge from the shadow of grief.

But now, his mother is standing right in front of him, perfectly fine, with a voice, warmth, and a touch that feels so real.

"Are you still half asleep, child? Who else could I be but your mother?" Zhou Ying rubbed He Ziyu's head, somewhat helplessly.

He Ziyu still seemed unable to believe it. He changed his position, pressed his ear against Zhou Ying's chest, and heard her regular heartbeat.

Then, a crazy idea popped into my head—

Could he have been reborn?