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"I am Zhou Jie. If anyone sees this video, please let Liu Yiru know that I regret it."
"In my life, there are only two things I regret the most."
"First, I found someone who looks like her and slept with her, but I never loved her. She was just a substitute for Liu Yiru."
"Second, back then, I shouldn't have brought her into this. She did nothing wrong; it was me who failed to protect her."
"Liu Yiru, if you see this video, please come back... I truly, truly regret it."
His voice trembled as he spoke.
It was clear that he was struggling to suppress his emotions.
"Liu Yiru, I miss you so much; I think about you every day..."
I expressionlessly swiped away the video as Tian Li leaned in closer.
"You’re not going to soften your heart, are you?"
She looked serious, worried that I might forgive Zhou Jie because of his few words.
"Of course not! Unless he comes with me to die, there's no discussion!"
I jabbed at my phone angrily.
"Wow, that's so vicious! Truly you!"
Tian Li laughed and nudged me playfully.
But my thoughts were far from lighthearted.
Zhou Jie, do you really think that a simple apology can fix everything?
I continued scrolling through short videos, my mind a chaotic mess.
Zhou Jie's video went viral online.
He and Zhang Jiahui were also trending for all the wrong reasons.
Everyone was condemning this pair of scoundrels.
"Don't be like Zhou Jie; even green tea bitches are just substitutes for simps!"
"Don't be too much like Zhang Jiahui; using others for clout without knowing your own worth is shameless!"
"Scoundrel and green tea; they deserve each other—lock them up!"
"You can tell just by looking at their faces that they’re no good; they’ll get what’s coming to them!"
Netizens eagerly discussed the scandal.
"Zhang Jiahui graduated from our school, but let's not forget how she treated me back then! How can someone with such character still be popular? What kind of garbage school admits such trash students?"
"Wow, the person upstairs really exposed her completely, that's impressive!"
"Zhang Jiahui was known for fighting in high school, stealing boyfriends, and even flirting with teachers..."
"She was quite famous in our school; who doesn't know her name?"
"I guess only someone as blind as Zhou Jie would think she's innocent..."
Zhang Jiahui's true colors were thoroughly revealed.
Now, the entire internet was mocking her.
Soon, photos of Zhou Jie and Zhang Jiahui were turned into various memes.
Each meme came with a highly insulting caption.
"Don't be too much like Zhang Jiahui" became a new internet phrase.
Zhang Jiahui's address was found.
People gathered outside her house every day.
They either threw rotten eggs at her window or splattered paint on her door.
Even her entire family became the subject of ridicule.
Zhang Jiahui fell into a deep depression.
She locked herself in her room every day, crying uncontrollably while reading the hateful comments online.
Zhou Jie couldn't stand it anymore and reportedly got into a fight because of that uncensored video.
Zhang Jiahui was carried away after that incident.
Two months later, she completely broke down and was sent to a psychiatric hospital by her parents.
Rumor has it that someone captured her current state outside the hospital.
Her hair was messy, she looked deranged, and she had lost so much weight she was almost unrecognizable.
She appeared terrified of everyone around her.
The netizens were satisfied.
They couldn't wait for Zhou Jie to face the same fate.
"I'm looking forward to Zhou Jie's downfall; I heard he's a thug—may he be stabbed to death."
My health continued to deteriorate.
The doctor originally said I had six months to live. But just two months later, I found myself gravely ill. The day after I rode an elephant with Tian Li, I realized I couldn’t get out of bed.
Tian Li and I had agreed not to pursue any more treatments. However, when she saw how miserable I was, she couldn’t help but take me to the hospital. With red-rimmed eyes, she met my gaze as I forced a smile.
Lying on the hospital bed, I looked out the window. The sun shone brightly in a clear sky. Tian Li brushed the hair from my forehead and asked, “Are you scared?”
I smiled faintly and replied, “I am, but I’m even more afraid of living.”
Tian Li caressed the Iris tattoo on my collarbone, tears falling onto my face. She said, “I’m scared too. This is my last piece of work, and you’re just going to take it away.” Her tone was sorrowful, yet her expression seemed at peace.
She told me she would take my ashes back home and bury them next to my grandmother’s grave. That way, I could be reunited with her. I smiled and said that sounded wonderful.
Tian Li’s tears turned into a smile as well. She said, “When the time comes, you just wait for me down there, and we’ll reincarnate together.” I nodded in agreement.
Tian Li held my hand tightly, her palm sweaty and trembling.
(Tian Li's Perspective)
When Yiru died, I didn’t cry. But when the cremator pushed her body into the furnace and the flames engulfed her frail form, my tears flowed uncontrollably. The housekeeper cried even harder than I did: “If I had known Miss Liu was sick, I would have made her lighter meals.”
"Miss Liu, what a wonderful person she is. She never gives me a hard time or shows me a cold face. How could such a good girl fall ill? Heaven really doesn't have eyes..."
Auntie's voice was hoarse from crying.
Yiru was the softest-hearted person I had ever met. She never lost her temper with those around her; she always said that everyone had their own struggles, so any help she could offer was worth it.
Auntie's children worked in distant cities and rarely came home. Yiru often bought fruits for Auntie to enjoy. She was never stingy. Despite her poor health, she never showed weakness in front of me.
She would always say, "Tian Li, I'm not dead yet, so stop sulking all day. Cheer up; you look beautiful when you smile."
She feared I would be sad, so she always put on a brave face. It wasn't until two days before her passing, when the pain became unbearable, that she asked me to call Auntie over.
She handed Auntie a card and said, "Auntie, thank you for taking care of me all these years. This is just a small token of my appreciation; the password is six zeros."
Auntie cried so hard she could barely speak. She stammered, "Miss Liu, how can I accept your money? You've already paid me so well. Please let me do something for you."
Yiru smiled and replied, "No need, Auntie."
She gazed out the window, her eyes beginning to lose focus. "Spring is coming soon; I can finally go see Grandma."
I buried Yiru next to her grandmother's grave. I first swept Yiru's tomb and then went to Grandma's grave to offer flowers and pour out some wine.
Looking at Grandma's photo, I murmured, "Grandma, I've brought Yiru to you; you can finally be reunited."
"Yiru no longer has to endure pain; you should be happy for her."
I rambled on for quite a while. After finishing, I felt a sense of relief and smiled faintly as I wiped away my tears and turned to leave.
At that moment, it began to drizzle lightly from the sky.
As I was leaving the cemetery, I encountered someone—a man I had never seen before but whose name was already well-known to me: Zhou Jie, a name I preferred not to mention.
I looked at him in silence. The man asked, "Who are you?"
I replied coldly, "I am a friend of Liu Yiru."
The man's expression instantly tensed up as he pressed, "Where is Liu Yiru? Where is she?"
I said icily, "She's dead. She doesn't want to be disturbed."
The man froze, grabbing my wrist with a trembling voice, "Are you joking...?"
"Let go." I looked at him expressionlessly. "She died in my arms."
"Impossible." The man released my hand and staggered back a few steps. "How could she be dead? How could she possibly die?"
"Why is it impossible?" I stared at him coldly. "Everyone dies. What's so impossible about that?"
He lowered his head, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably. "How did she die? How did Yiru die?"
"She died of illness." I looked at him calmly. "She was in too much pain and couldn't hold on any longer."
"Before she left, she erased all traces related to you. She said she didn't want anything to do with you anymore."
"She threw away everything you gave her and donated your money. She said she didn't want to owe you anything."
"She burned everything in your house. She said you weren't worth her thoughts."
"She hated you deeply."
I watched his reaction, my voice unwavering. "Long before you married that green tea b*tch, she was already planning her escape from you."
"She knew all about your affair with Zhang Jiahui."
"She even said that you two were quite the match—one scum, one worthless; a perfect pair!"
"She asked me to tell you one thing after her death."
"What is it?" The man suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot with urgency.
"She said that when she died, you should go die too."
"That was her last message."
"That was her final blessing for you."
"Hahahahaha..." The man suddenly laughed, but as he laughed, he began to cry. "She hates me; she hates me to death."
"Yes," I nodded. "She hates you to the core."
"I deserve it; I brought this upon myself." The man raised his hand and slapped himself twice. "I ruined her; I dragged her down; I failed to protect her."
"I deserve it; I should die."
"Then why don't you die?" I looked at him expressionlessly. "You should have died long ago."
"Before she died, she erased all traces related to you; she burned all your gifts. She said she never wanted anything to do with you again."
"She was always calculating the days until she could leave you. She said she wanted to leave cleanly without any ties to you."
The man covered his face and knelt on the ground, weeping uncontrollably.
As I walked out of the cemetery, the rain fell harder and harder.
Thunder rumbled, and lightning split the sky.
When I left the cemetery, Zhou Jie was still kneeling there. His body was drenched by the rain, his head buried deep in the mud.
I looked at him, my heart filled with sorrow. This man had once been Liu Yiru's most beloved. Yet in the end, he became the person she hated the most. He had destroyed everything Liu Yiru held dear, and in doing so, he had also destroyed himself.
A few days later, I saw news about Zhou Jie. He had been in a car accident and lost both his legs, becoming a cripple.
A year later, I encountered Zhou Jie again in the cemetery. He sat in a wheelchair, staring blankly at Liu Yiru's grave, stiff and wooden. His eyes were hollow, as if he had lost his soul.
Another year passed, and I lay on a hospital bed, gazing out at the snowy scene outside. Snowflakes danced down gently, settling on the windowsill, on the branches of trees, and on the grass below.
My vision gradually blurred, and my consciousness began to fade. I seemed to see Liu Yiru waving at me. She smiled and called out to me, "Tian Li, come on, let's go together."
I smiled back and reached out my hand, softly replying, "Okay."
My life was coming to an end, yet my heart felt unusually calm. I knew that soon I would be reunited with Liu Yiru.
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