It was a few days after the fashion show when Shui eventually learned the truth. Jin had co to confess his feelings to Alix but her own confession had co as a bigger shock.
"That...cannot be true, right?"
Shui was in Jun’s office where he had explained the entire situation. She wasn’t sure what she had been expecting. It didn’t look like Alix loved Jin, so couldn’t guess how she would react
Would she give it a chance? Or was she sure that she no interest in Jin at all?
The last thing she expected to hear as a reason to reject Jin was her past identity.
"How is this...possible..."
She was barely able to keep her thoughts straight, so she didn’t know how Jin handled that situation.
"Ai told ," Jun was leaning back on his seat, pressing the space between his brows.
"Does everyone know...?"
"Not yet. At first, Ai was refusing to tell too. I knew she was hiding sothing. Then Jin looked different too. But he wasn’t saying what happened between them."
Shui remained silent. Then she looked at him. "How do you feel about this?"
Jun stared. "It’s more important to know how you feel about this?"
She trembled.
"I know you are conflicted. Zhan Yahui was the sa person who started everything and you would have never dreamt that Ren Alix would..."
Shui hadn’t actually seen the past but what she did know from Jun and Ai that Zhan Yahui had used her for her own mind gas to destroy Jun, which had destroyed her relationship with Jin forever. Jin went on a path that kept hurting Shui to no end but by the ti he realized what he had done, it was already too late. Neither the past could be salvaged, nor the present.
And now Zhan Yahui was the very woman Jin had fallen in love with.
Shui would have been happy for Jin no matter who he chose but...her?
Jun released a sigh. "I know it’s impossible to not mix up the past from the present and you have every right to be mad at him. When I first learned, I’ll admit my imdiate reaction...wasn’t so accepting."
Shui pressed her lips for a mont. "...How is Jin doing?"
It looked like Jun was trying to explain but his complicated smile was enough to express how it was.
"He just keeps spending his nights at the office is all I can say."
Shui then quietly left Sky Publishing. She almost stumbled at one point as if she lost all her energy to walk. Tears stread down her cheeks, feeling ugly about herself.
She wanted Jin to be happy, but at the sa ti how was she supposed to accept Zhan Yahui to be his...
It hurt even more because she and Alix had spent a lot of ti together. Along the way, they beca such good friends that she wished their friendship would last forever. She didn’t wish to lose her good friend, nor could she see Jin and her entangled in a relationship. It felt like her heart was being stabbed over and over again.
Shui hadn’t expected to see Lin in the gaming plaza but there he was, albeit not bowling. Instead, he was seated in front of a big video ga screen that showed a lot of movent and action. Upon walking closer she saw that it was a racing ga, which Lin wasn’t playing safe by a long shot.
His ga avatar was bulldozing his way through the race course and practically throwing off the other racers off their course quite...violently. He had crossed all limits of speed and competition. Needless to say, he won the race and a pop-up ssage sang on the screen.
She looked at him staring at the ga screen with a blank gaze. There wasn’t even a single trace of joy shining in his eyes about his victory. But Lin always looked like that, she thought to herself. He wasn’t particularly playing for losses or victories. Yet, he looked very different whenever he bowled.
He knows.
Shui could feel it. The sense of disturbance and confusion he emanated could have only co from a news that would shake him to his core.
She slowly walked over to his side. "You know it too, don’t you?"
He shifted, slightly taken aback by her voice. He wasn’t expecting anybody to approach him. When he recognized whose voice it was, he couldn’t raise his head to et her gaze. All kinds of tumultuous emotions raced in his chest that he couldn’t make sense of. It felt shackling and constricting as if sobody was clenching his throat shut.
"You must hate it that she is back," he whispered.
It wasn’t a question but a statent.
Shui couldn’t answer, not imdiately. It only served to bring a very faint light in his eyes.
"She has changed but that doesn’t matter. Not to you."
He rembered Shui’s rage at the art gallery. The hatred in her eyes towards Yahui who ruined everything for them couldn’t be shed just because of the fact that she reincarnated and tried to nd her ways in her new life.
"The important question is..." his lips quivered, "Does it also not matter to Sir Jin?"
She froze.
He ever so slowly turned to face her, an expression unreadable. "She told that he confessed to her."
She didn’t respond.
He could only wryly smile at that. "You must hate her even more so now."
She clasped her hands together, tears threatening to blur her vision again.
"But...I will tell you what I told her," he breathed shakily and looked into her eyes.
"Sir Jin might walk away from her. You might end your friendship with her, but...what I won’t let happen this ti is her getting punished. You can curse however you want, but I won’t let anybody touch Yahui. She has paid for her cris with her death. She has been paying for her cris in her new life too. The Liu family, the Han family, the whole world can continue to hate her if they want, but Yahui..."
His voice trembled yet the steeliness didn’t wave.
"Won’t die a second ti."
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