Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97

  Song Qingchun’s crying did not show any sign of slowing down, and her knuckles, which were pressed against the table, were startlingly white.

  "It’s so rare that we can meet the right person;

  "It takes the good fortune accumulated over a few lifetimes to be able to reach an ending together.

  "It’s rare that we fell in love with the right person,

  "Even if that person is not the one who walks to the end with us.

  "At the same time, I would like to wish him to be braver in his future love."……

  As he exited the restaurant, the balmy wind of a summer night touched his face. Su Zhinian stood at the door, listening to Song Qingchun cry, with his hands in his pockets before he pulled out a phone to make a call. After he hung up, he looked up into the sky before raising his feet to walk down the stairs and move to his car with a measured expression on his face.

  He grabbed the key and unlocked the car. The headlight blinked twice before he pulled the door open and crawled into it.

  The girl was still crying, and she showed no sign of slowing down.

  He raised his palm to place it on his chest, which had gone numb. It was not until he felt his heart beating underneath that he realized he was still alive. However, even though he was alive, he felt like he was staring right at death.

  Just like a statue, he sat immobile in that position with his hand held over his chest before he eventually moved his palm to before his eyes.

  In the middle of his palm, there were five bloody wounds, where he had pierced through his skin with his fingernails. No one but himself would know how he managed to suffer through her confession and force the rejection out of himself.

  The whole incident took less than ten minutes, but for him, it was a torment as long as a century.

  She had fallen in love with him. The girl that he met when he was eight and had spent eight years searching for, the girl who haunted his every dream and every waking hour, the girl who he would give up everything for…… had fallen in love with him.

  It should be something worth celebrating, but…… when he heard her confession, his heart wrenched with great agony, causing tears to come to his eyes.

  The thing that he was most afraid of had finally arrived. The man who had never regretted anything in his life regretted signing that hundred-day contract with her. He would give up everything to rewind time, agree to her demand to revive Song Empire, maintain a respectful distance, and continue to be her friend. He did not need more…… because he would not be able to survive with anything more.

  His selfishness had caused her such pain.

  A vice clamped Su Zhinian’s heart, and the pain caused the blood to drain from his face. Even in his dreams, he wished she would one day lay her eyes on him, and when that day finally arrived, there was nothing he could do but reject her.

  He then realized that getting her to love him but not being able to accept her was a greater pain than him loving her from the sidelines without her knowing.

  It hurts when you have someone in your heart and mind but can’t have them in your arms.

  When this platitude flashed across Su Zhinian’s mind, his whole body shuddered, and he raised his hands to cover up his face.

  Beijing at 1 am was exceptionally quiet, and her crying kept drilling its way into his ears.

  He knew the sound of her tears would only intensify his torment, but he refused to leave, perhaps taking this as his own punishment.

  He had hurt the one person he cared about the most in the world.

  His fingers, covering his face, started to shudder. A tear mixed with the blood in his palm and slipped through his closed fingers.