Listening to the two of them discussing the child's matter as if no one else was around, I let out a silent, bitter laugh from the side.
Lu Shiyan, do you still remember our child? The one who never saw a single day of sunlight.
Snowflakes began to fall again from the overcast sky. My hair and skirt fluttered wildly in the cold wind.
I stood on the high rooftop and looked down.
Back then, after losing the child, I had thought about death. That night, I stood on the rooftop, letting the cold wind sweep over my entire body.
Overwhelmed with grief, I wanted to go down and accompany my child.
I didn't know how Uncle happened to be there, but he was the one who stopped me.
He said as long as a person is alive, there is hope to take revenge on those who hurt and harmed me.
So I lived on. I wanted revenge for myself and my child.
But in the end, my soft-heartedness and kindness led to total failure.
In the end, those who harmed me are free and happy, while I suffer torment day and night.
Must I guard Lu Shiyan forever, my spirit unable to disperse?
I thought I was gradually fading, that I could reincarnate and start a new life.
But Grandma was almost killed by Su Ning'an, and Huang Ying died with grievances unredressed.
If my soul were to scatter, would there be any justice left in this world?
The various cause and effect in this world were destined long ago. I cannot let go of my obsession; my hatred for them grows deeper and deeper.
I don't want reincarnation; I want revenge!
The debts of this life should be repaid in this life. Whoever owes me a life shall repay it with their own.
Good people should not die tragically, and villains do not deserve to live in this world.
Even if I go to hell, I will drag those who harmed me down to hell with me.
Any method will do. If heaven gives me another chance, I will cherish it dearly.
Please, I want to live! I don't want to die!
I jumped down from the high platform, wanting to break free from Lu Shiyan completely.
The cold wind whistled past. I closed my eyes, breaking through the shackles Lu Shiyan had imposed on me.
Amidst the howling wind, I heard an unfamiliar female voice: "Living is so exhausting!"
"I don't want to marry that cripple."
"Mom, I'm in so much pain. Will there be no pain if I die?"
"Mom, don't be sad. I just can't hold on any longer. I love you."
Who is it?
Clearly, there was no one, yet I heard a female voice that wasn't my own.
From her voice, she seemed to be in extreme pain, unable to go on living.
If I could meet her, I would definitely tell her how good it is to be alive, that only by living is there hope.
The ground drew closer and closer. I was surprised to find myself over a hundred meters away from Lu Shiyan!
This had never happened before.
Just as my body was about to hit the ground, a silver light flashed before my eyes.
Intense pain shot through my wrist.
Pain?
Feeling this sensation again felt like a lifetime ago, like a dream.
After death, I lost all senses except vision, including the sense of pain.
But at this moment, I truly felt pain.
How was this possible?
I looked down and found myself lying in a bathtub. Dazzling blood flowed in the water, intermingling with the dark roses floating on the surface.
I tried to move my body, and the blood from my wrist flowed even more fiercely.
Although I didn't know what was happening, one thing was certain: I seemed to have been reborn!
Because the original owner of this body had firmly decided to die, and my desire to live was too strong.
The originally intersecting timelines overlapped at this moment, an exchange of life and death.
She died?
And I was reborn.
I had no time for wild joy because I was about to die again immediately.
I quickly climbed out of the water. The joy and excitement from just being reborn made me exceptionally excited, my body trembling violently.
Due to excessive blood loss and the slippery surface of the bathtub, it took me several attempts to climb out.
Then I swiftly grabbed a dry towel, pressed it against my wrist, and held the wound tightly.
At the same time, my eyes searched for a phone. I dialed 120 immediately.
The operator answered. I urgently told her my situation.
"I attempted suicide by cutting my wrist. I've lost a lot of blood. Please come quickly."
The other side was clearly stunned. After all, those who cut their wrists are determined; usually, a third party calls for medical help. Why would the person themselves?
"You're saying you attempted suicide?" she confirmed, perhaps worried it was a prank call.
I was anxious, my tone urgent: "Yes, I wanted to die, but halfway through, I changed my mind! I regret it!"
"What is your current location?"
"I'm at... sorry, I'm not too sure."
I was taken aback. I had no idea who the owner of this body was, so how could I know the current location?
"Is there anyone else with you?"
I glanced around; I was in the bathroom.
But judging from the room's decor, it seemed to be a fairly well-off family. I pushed open the bathroom door. It was near dusk, the room was dark without any lights on.
The operator, unable to get effective information, became annoyed and said, "Miss, please do not waste precious time. Your of the line might cost the life of someone who truly needs help."
"I'm not lying to you, I just..." just been reborn, that's all.
Before I could finish, the other party had already hung up.
Such an unbelievable thing—if I hadn't experienced it myself, I wouldn't have believed it either. But the pain in my wrist reminded me that I had truly survived. I couldn't care less. Although few people die from wrist-cutting, I was afraid I might be the exception.
I had to get to the hospital as soon as possible.
When I walked out of the house, I realized I seemed to be in an vacant villa. The huge house was empty.
I looked around and recognized a familiar landmark.
Thankfully, it was the world I lived in. This was a famous villa district I had visited a few times before to see elders.
Snowflakes drifted from the sky. Barefoot, wearing only a thin nightgown, I ran wildly through the neighborhood.
My pale toes stepped on the cold pavement; the biting wind scraped painfully against my cheeks.
Having a villa district that was too large wasn't a good thing either. I couldn't hail a taxi and didn't see a single soul.
Until I heard the sound of a car behind me. My heart leaped with joy.
Anyone, please, just save me. I could feel this body's vitality draining rapidly; my body grew weaker and weaker.
I had just come back to life; I didn't want to die again!
I stood by the roadside and flagged down a black business van, frantically beating on the window.
Finally, the door slid open, and warm air from inside rushed towards me.
Ignoring the occupant's expression, I dragged my weak, sick body, trying to climb into the vehicle.
I saw a pair of custom-made leather shoes, followed by the straight trouser legs of a man.
"Sir, please, take me to the hospital, I..."
Before I could finish the sentence, I had exhausted all my strength and fell powerless into the man's arms.
Before losing consciousness, I felt a pair of hands supporting my waist and saw those cold, yet familiar eyes.
He stared at me fixedly, his face full of shock.