jdhmnovel Chapter 125 Suicide for Love Is Not an Ancient Legend
Chapter 125 Suicide for Love Is Not an Ancient Legend
Yanting had a dream.
She dreamed of another version of herself in a parallel world.
In the parallel world, 'Yanting' is happier than she is in this world. She has parents and grandparents who dote on her, older brothers and sisters who protect her, and someone who has been with her, protecting her, and loving her since she was a child.
As Yanting watched, she couldn't help but feel envious.
But at the same time, she also silently wished her well.
Simply because she is quite happy now.
Yanting observes the life trajectory of the people in Yanting from a godlike perspective.
I watched her grow up little by little, watched her graduate from university, watched her achieve success in her career, watched her marry her childhood sweetheart, and watched her travel with him, raise cats together, and do charity work together.
As Yanting looked at him, she suddenly felt a strong urge to see what her childhood sweetheart looked like.
But for some reason, a thin layer of mist always separated her from her childhood sweetheart.
Although I couldn't see clearly, I had a vague feeling that this childhood friend looked somewhat familiar.
The next second, the scene suddenly changed.
I could faintly hear a sobbing sound.
Yanting looked up and saw many people crying. There were Yanting's grandparents, Yanting's parents, and Yanting's older brothers and sisters. Without exception, they were all sobbing and wailing.
She looked at the scene before her with a somewhat confused expression.
Yan Ting noticed that they and the passersby were all dressed in black, and suddenly realized that she was in a mourning hall.
She turned around abruptly, and a black and white photograph immediately came into view.
The beautiful woman in the photo is none other than 'Yanting'.
His amber pupils trembled slightly.
She's dead?
At this moment, someone spoke up: "That guy Chen Xiao refuses to give us the urn containing his ashes, it's infuriating!"
"Is Chen Xiao deliberately trying to prevent Nannan from having a peaceful burial?"
"Forget it, stop talking. Chen Xiao is a child we've watched grow up. He loves Tingting no less than any of you."
"But we can't just leave Xiao Wu's ashes outside forever!"
"That means if Xiao Wu's soul doesn't find peace, I'll risk half my life to beat Chen Xiao up."
Yanting stared blankly at the person in the photo.
Her eyes glazed over for a moment.
"How did he die?"
“My little girl—oh, sob,” a sob rang out.
Yan Ting turned to look at the beautiful middle-aged woman, her heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously wanted to touch her, but found that she couldn't reach her no matter what she did.
The woman cried until she almost fainted. Her daughter, who was supporting her, had red and swollen eyes. "Xiao Wu, I won't tease you anymore. Please come back."
Strangely, even though they were relatives of another "Yanting", Yanting felt very familiar and close to them. Especially when she saw the middle-aged woman calling "Nannan" sadly, she felt like crying.
Several grown men standing nearby couldn't help but tear up when they saw the woman crying.
Yanting opened her mouth, as if to say, "Don't cry."
But the next second, the scene changed.
When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a black and white bedroom.
"Only one."
Yan Ting froze upon hearing this familiar address.
She looked in the direction of the sound and saw a tall, thin figure sitting on the bed, holding a box in his arms.
It was that childhood sweetheart of 'Yanting'.
The object he was holding was probably an urn containing ashes.
Although he couldn't see his eyebrows and eyes clearly, Yanting felt that he must look very bad right now.
You can tell just by listening to the sound.
It was rough, weathered, and tragic.
And she's very thin.
His empty clothes were enough to show that he hadn't been eating properly lately.
At this time, there was a knock on the door.
It was a man's voice.
"Brother Chen, open the door."
"Brother Chen, your aunt and uncle are very worried about you. Could you please open the door?"
Yan Ting looked at the man sitting silently on the bed, thought for a moment, then went to the door and tried to open it, only to find that her fingers went straight through the doorknob.
I tried several times but it didn't work.
Yan Ting felt inexplicably discouraged.
Just then, she suddenly heard a strange rustling sound behind her.
Yan Ting turned around and saw that the man had actually picked up a Swiss Army knife and pointed it straight at his heart.
Her pupils suddenly contracted.
"Don't--"
The next moment, she watched helplessly as the Swiss Army knife pierced the man's heart without pause.
At the same moment, Yanting suddenly felt a sharp pain in her heart.
Then, the screen changed.
The scene has changed.
This time it was in a hospital ward.
When she saw the man sitting unharmed on the hospital bed, she breathed a sigh of relief, assuming that he had been saved by the hospital.
He was still holding the urn in his arms.
Just then, a nurse walked in.
“Mr. Chen, your mental state is very unstable right now.”
The man chuckled softly: "She's not dead."
The nurse sighed, a hint of pity flashing in her eyes.
She didn't say anything more, but turned and left the ward.
To everyone's surprise, just as the nurse left the ward, Yanting saw the man carrying an urn of ashes to the window, and he pulled back the curtains.
"Wait—" Yan Ting rushed over instinctively, trying to grab the other person, but her fingertips could only pass through the hem of the other person's clothes.
Then a loud "bang" rang out.
The man jumped off the building.
Then, the scene changed again.
Yan Ting was still in shock from what had just happened.
Then he found himself in front of a temple.
She saw the man holding the urn, bowing and kowtowing three times and nine times, his posture devout, without a trace of his usual arrogance and wickedness.
Yanting felt a tightness in her chest.
To her surprise, the next moment she saw the man drive a Mercedes and plunge the car into the river.
Yanting frantically pounded on the car window, watching the people inside being gradually submerged by the river. She couldn't help but cry out, "Are you fucking crazy?!"
"Please don't die."
"Don't die."
"Please."
The person who had been motionless in the car suddenly felt a slight tremor in his fingertips, and he murmured in a hoarse voice, "Is it just you?"
"It's me, it's me." Yan Ting had only one thought now: she hoped that the person in front of her would live.
He seemed to chuckle slightly. "I knew you were still alive." His voice trailed off.
Yan Ting gritted her teeth: "You liar."
The next second, the scene before my eyes vanished.
When she opened her eyes again, what she saw was a tombstone.
The photo on the tombstone clearly shows 'Yanting'.
"Only one."
A pale, slender finger gently stroked the photo on the tombstone.
Below the photo, the words "Chen Xiao's wife Yanting" are clearly engraved.
When Yanting saw the words on the tombstone, his mind went blank.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't protect you." The man's fingertips trembled slightly, then he leaned down and gently kissed the cold tombstone with his thin lips.
"Don't worry, I'll see you soon."
The man leaned against the tombstone and quietly closed his eyes.
Before we knew it, a heavy snow began to fall from the sky.
Yan Ting stared at him blankly.
This time, she parted the fog and finally saw his features clearly.
Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.
“Ah Xiao…”