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The method of fake kidnapping and death. The Lin family won't let them father and son have an easy time. I believe this; I've seen their methods.
Gu Yan looked at me lying there expressionless, suddenly hugged me tightly and said, " Chi, I love you. Please don't die, okay?" But I no longer needed his love. I just quietly watched her as she covered her face and left.
Not long after she left, Lin Tang arrived. Her hair was disheveled, and her eyes were red. She lowered her gaze as she walked to my bedside, re Chi ng out to touch my face, but I dodged away. Her hand froze in mid-air.
She asked me, "Does it hurt? That spot on your chest." I turned over, not wanting to speak.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what else to say to you. I feel like a beast; how could I send you to that kind of place?"
"Recently, I've been thinking about the past a lot. We used to be so close; you thought of nothing but me, and I protected you. How did it end up like this?"
"It's all my fault; I've caused all of this."
"Hit me!" she cried softly.
But what good would hitting her do? The scar on my chest wouldn't disappear, and my sister wouldn't come back. I covered my ears and clicked my tongue in annoyance.
My parents came to see me together. They looked like they had aged several years. My mother held my hand tightly, crying as she said, "Xiao Chi, in the next life, can you still be my son? Let me make it up to you?"
I coldly pulled my hand away: "I don't want that. Just thinking of you makes me hate!"
She cried even louder, but all I felt was irritation. Everyone said they loved me, yet they made me so miserable. They stopped coming.
Only Gu Yan persists every day. If I ignore her, she just keeps rambling on. She says she has planted the roses back, and when I come home, they will surely bloom beautifully. Every day, she goes to the temple to burn incense and pray for blessings, and she even got me a safety talisman. She found an expert from abroad who will come to give me a consultation in a few days; perhaps there will be good news.
Most of the time, she talks about the little kindnesses I showed her in the past. It turns out she knows everything. Most of the time, I just stare down at the snow-white blanket without saying a word. I never open my mouth for the food she offers; I only eat what the caregiver prepares.
One day, she brought a bouquet of roses, claiming they were grown at home. Without even looking at them, I threw the flowers to the ground. Those were her favorites, not mine. She fell silent for a long time and went to the bathroom. After a while, faint sounds of crying came from inside. When she came out, she had already returned to normal. But no matter how much she cried, we could never go back to the past.
One day, I suddenly felt interested and told her, "There's a secret I want to tell you." Her eyes lit up, and she excitedly held my hand. I forced a smile, my gaze cold: "If you had said you loved me that day, I could have lived on." "It's too late now." Her body stiffened suddenly; I knew she remembered. In fact, there were many times in the past when I cautiously probed: " Yan, do you love me?" Each time, she never answered. Once, when asked too forcefully, she exploded in anger and shouted, "Who do you think you are? Get it straight; you're just a substitute!"
She suddenly hugged me tightly, burying her head in my chest and crying. "What can I do to save you? Just tell me!" I shook my head and smiled with relief: "You don't need to do anything; I'm going home." She shook me frantically: "Home? Where are you going? I'll go with you!" I looked out the window and smiled.
On the day I passed away, I felt particularly energetic from the moment I got up.
I asked the system, "Is it today?"
The system gave me a positive answer.
I said okay.
Then when Gu Yan arrived, I told her, "Take me to a place with mountains and fields."
She was taken aback and immediately made arrangements. Soon, she drove me to the countryside.
When we got out of the car, my parents and Lin Rong also arrived, but they only watched from a distance and did not come closer.
Gu Yan supported me as we walked along the field path.
Seeing my complexion improve, she whispered many things in my ear.
I didn't really listen.
Occasionally, I would respond with a word or two.
She was cautious, afraid that I might stumble or fall. The spring breeze brushed against my face, and the canola flowers had bloomed, filling the view with golden yellow.
It reminded me so much of my childhood.
In a hushed voice, she said, "I was wrong, Chi, can you forgive me?"
But I didn't want to forgive her or them.
Their regret and remorse were trivial compared to the pain I had endured.
Let them feel guilty for a lifetime; that would be just fine.
I remained silent, slowly pulling my hand away from hers and walking faster. She called out my name from behind.
My parents and Lin Rong followed behind, calling out as well.
I didn't look back; there was no need to look back.
If I walked further ahead, there would be a small hill.
They say that before one dies, they reflect on their happiest moments.
I wanted to try it out.
In the past, when I worked odd jobs outside, I would always rush home after finishing work. Over this hill, my sister would be standing there with a smile waiting for me to come home.
I seemed to see it; it was wonderful.
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