Five seconds.
Song Qingchun’s hands that were holding Su Zhinian were shaking heavily. Her voice had become hoarse from crying. “Su Zhinian, you cannot do this; you cannot leave us alone. We’ll jump out together, I beg you please, Su Zhinian, please…”
No matter how desperate Song Qingchun’s pleas were, Su Zhinian leaned inch-by-inch away from her. “Tingting, can I hear you call me Hubby once?”
When he was eight, when he met her, his dream was to look for her.
After finding her, his dream became to marry her.
From his childhood to his youth, from his youth to his adulthood, he had waited for almost twenty years, more than 7000 painful nights, before he managed to call her his lawfully wedded wife, but now he would have to leave her.
He had no regrets, but if he really need to find one, it was he had never heard her call him “hubby” once.
A simple request caused Song Qingchun’s tears to fall ever harder. She reached out to encircle his waist. She knew that wasn’t enough to stop him from leaving, but she had to do something. Her tears were flying all over the place as she shook her head strongly and screamed like she had lost her mind, “No, I refuse to!”
Fang Rou, who stood at the window, laughed shrilly and maniacally as she witnessed it. However, when she stopped, she turned her head around to look at the setting sun out the window, and an atypical serenity appeared on her face.
It’s over, it’s finally over. My pitiable, laughable life is finally over. God knows, I’d already given up on my life years ago; the only reason I persisted until now was to wait for this exact moment.
Every human being had a fear of death, but she didn’t. She had anticipated the arrival of this day desperately. With death, she was finally going to find release. This world was simply too ugly, and she didn’t wish to stay one second longer. She couldn’t wait to see her parents and little sister. She had waited for them for so long and had missed them so much…
Four seconds.
Fang Rou glanced at the sea’s surface that glittered with the reflection of the golden sun. She could see the mirage of her father, mother, and little sister… as well as Song Cheng… The handsome man whom she had pushed off the edge of the building to his death was the only good thing to come out of this mess, the man who loved her without reservation.
She closed her eyes, and a pure and soft smile lit up her face. Dad, Mom, Little Sister, we’re finally going to unite again… I’ve finally avenged you… Song Cheng, I’m sorry, and I love you too…
Three seconds.
Fang Rou emptied her mind and closed her eyes, waiting for the end to come.
Su Zhinian pressed a light kiss on Song Qingchun’s forehead before he turned to look at Fang Rou. Song Qingchun’s throat was raw from all the crying. Even though her eyes were covered by tears, she could sense the man turning slowly to look at Fang Rou.
She understood what that meant. That parting of the face was going to be the parting of life and death.
Song Qingchun’s got choked on overwhelming despair, and while her tears continued to fall, there were simply no cries anymore. There was no cry powerful enough to contain her sadness and despair.