Rong Lan froze, seemingly unable to process what was happening.
"Little sixth, stop the car!"
Little sixth hurriedly stopped the car. Rong Lan was forcibly pushed out, and Little seventh followed him out. With a cold expression, Little seventh said to Rong Lan:
"The Young Madam isn’t feeling well. From now on, please try not to appear in front of her."
Rong Lan stood there pale-faced, watching the car drive away. His hand clutched his chest, his lips tinged with a purplish hue, murmuring her na softly:
"Miao Miao, Miao Miao..."
Why does the heart hurt so much?
Clutching his chest, he slowly crouched down to the ground. The sky began to drizzle. He resembled a holess man squatting there, lost in thought. He had lived for twenty-seven years, indulging in worldly pleasures, surrounded by debauchery, with beautiful won within reach, fulfilling his every desire.
He didn’t have many days left. What he wanted now was so little—just a bit of warmth.
That warmth, however, had been lost by him five years ago.
He rembered the day he left for abroad. Qin Miaomiao had hurried to see him off and searched for him endlessly amidst the crowd. He stayed hidden in the shadows, watching her cry like a child.
Back then, Qin Miaomiao was just a child, yet she had endured everything about him.
To love soone, one could humble themselves to the dust. At that mont, he finally understood the aning of heartache.
Five years later, he wanted to make ands, but it seed it was already too late. She didn’t even want to call him "Brother Lan" anymore.
The rain soaked him entirely. Clutching his agonizing chest, he gradually collapsed onto the ground. In the blur of his vision, he seed to see the Qin Miaomiao from five years ago, smiling at him.
She said, "Brother Lan."
Is this death? Is that why he’s hallucinating?
Miao Miao, I’m sorry. I woke up too late.
I’m sorry. I love you.
Qin Miaomiao sat in the car, her headache so severe she was close to passing out. Suddenly, her chest felt uneasy. As the rain poured down, she stared at the gloomy sky and suddenly spoke:
"Turn around!"
"What?" Little sixth was sowhat taken aback. Hadn’t the Young Madam already fallen out with Rong Lan earlier?
"Quick, turn around!"
She rembered that Rong Lan was sick and couldn’t leave him there.
The car drove back, and she saw Rong Lan collapsed on the ground, startling her. She quickly shouted:
"Little sixth and Little seventh, hurry and save him!"
Fortunately, she ca back; otherwise, who knows what would have happened!
He was helped into the car. Qin Miaomiao looked at his pale face, and, for so reason, her eyes slowly turned red.
She grabbed his collar, lowered her voice, and angrily shouted into his ear:
"Rong Lan, if you’re doing this to make feel guilty for your death, I will never forgive you in this lifeti—never!"
So don’t use death to punish others. Don’t force her to live the rest of her life with guilt.
When Rong Lan woke up, he saw soone leaning on the bedside. The side profile resembled the girl he had long held dear. He reached out, wanting to caress her face, but she suddenly opened her eyes.
Her gaze was complicated. She wasn’t Miao Miao. She wasn’t the Qin Miaomiao who had searched the entire airport for him five years ago and cried like a child.
"Rong Lan, I’m not Qin Miaomiao. I am Su Jin."
She suddenly said this, and Rong Lan looked at her blankly, seemingly unable to understand what she ant.
"A few months ago, Qin Miaomiao committed suicide and ended everything. Since then, I’ve beco her. I am Su Jin—a mber of the Su Family."
Rong Lan forced a weak smile and said hoarsely, "Miao Miao, this joke isn’t funny. You can’t make up lies like this just to get away from ."
Qin Miaomiao leaned closer, staring into his face, and said word by word:
"You know better than anyone else—I am not her. The one who loved you is already dead. I’m sorry."
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