. Her shirt was torn, exposing half her body to the air. There were several bruises on her arms, and she clutched his sleeve, her fingertips trembling slightly.A faint murderous intent swirled in his...Cheng Anyan was extremely grateful to Mom Wen, but Mom Wen didn't speak much. Such pain took a long time to heal. Cheng Anyan knew that one day it would pass. She wanted to accompany Mom Wen back to City A, but Mom Wen refused and booked a ticket to Athens. She boarded the plane alone, wanting to clear her head. Cheng Anyan felt uneasy and called Wen Nuan, asking her to comfort Mom Wen properly.

Warm knew her mother wanted to find her biological mother, Long Xiushui. Every year she would go to Athens once, and when she was feeling down, she would also take a trip there. They were both used to it, knowing she went to find Long Xiushui. Warm felt a little more at ease.

Ye Tianyu held the warm diary, not uttering a word. He remained motionless, never flipping through a page. He simply stared blankly at the cover of the diary, as if trying to see right through it.

Chen Anyan felt sorry for him and kept persuading him to rest more, but Ye Tianyu wouldn't listen. He still held his phone and looked engrossed, his expression was complex and obscure, he didn't know what he was thinking. Chen Anyan said, "If you want to watch, just watch."

He shook his head, only clutching the diary to his chest.

Cheng Anyu said, "Otherwise, give it to me. Let me have a look first."

Ye Tianyu shook his head, speaking hoarsely, "No matter good or bad, it's all left to me by Ajing."

This was the second thing Ajing left for him.

Cheng Anya had always been worried about Ye Tianyu, afraid that something might happen to him. She stayed by his bedside, unwilling to leave. Ye Ningyuan forcefully asked Cheng Anya to rest, “Mommy, go get some rest. He’ll be fine. Tianyu will accept this fact and nothing will happen. Rest assured.”

"Tianyu..."

"Mommy, you go to sleep. He has died several times, if he can't even handle this kind of blow, he doesn't deserve to be my son." Ye Ningyuan said, hugging Cheng Anya's shoulders and sending her back to rest.

In the ward, only Ye Tianyu was left. He sat listlessly in the room, the only light a small yellow lamp casting a dim glow over him, imbuing him with a melancholic air. He resembled a traveler lost in the desert who had gone for too long without water, hope fading away.

His world, desolate and barren.

Ye Tianyu trembled as he opened the diary. It was Wen Jing's last thoughts left for him. No matter what was written, he greedily read it, his gaze never straying, afraid that if he looked away even for a moment, there would be regrets.

The very first sentence in the first page of her diary reads, "My drill instructor is a scoundrel. A scoundrel isn't scary, what's truly frightening is a cultured scoundrel." Ye Tianyu couldn't help but smirk at the corner of his lips. This was her Ajing; every word brimmed with youthful vigor and boldness.

He most likes the spirit of balance between strength and softness on her.

After being together for so long, she must have many complaints about him. At the beginning, she always called him a hooligan instructor.

In his eyes, Wen Jing was the epitome of a well-behaved young woman.

Ye Tianyu flipped through the pages, slowly looking at the diary. Sometimes he smiled, sometimes he was sad, his expression so gentle it was almost dripping with tenderness, like a man deeply in love, thinking of the happiness of his beloved.

Ye Ningyuan watched Cheng Anya leave and return to the ward, resting. He peeked through the crack in the door and saw Ye Tianyu reading his diary. Sometimes he looked sad, sometimes happy. Since Wen Jing passed away, he had always worn a single expression, devoid of joy, sorrow, anger or sadness. To finally see a smile on his son's face, even for a short while, was enough to comfort the heart of a father who loved his son dearly. Ye Ningyuan let out a soft sigh. He would be alright.

This diary will save him.

He had such a feeling, he couldn't help but be grateful to Ajing in the heavens. In the midst of things, she saved his life and revived his withered soul.

Time passed by bit by bit. Ye Tianyu watched it slowly, while Ye Ningyuan felt that he was fine and went back to his room to rest. Ye Tianyu sat alone by the window, staring at Wen Jing's diary all night.

At times, he trembled with sadness, at times, he smiled softly. When he reached the last page, his eyes widened, his hand went limp, and large tears fell onto the diary, blurring the ink and causing it to slip from his grasp...

Ye Tianyu was in tears.

There was a faint line in the fallen diary, "If he proposes to me on my birthday, I'll marry him."

This is Wenjing's last diary entry.

It was a text she wrote the week before her death, every word oozing with the anticipation of a bride-to-be. Ye Tianyu suddenly couldn't help but shed tears, for the second time since Wen Jing's passing, tears streaming down his face. That day, she had been waiting for him to propose, waiting for him to agree to marry her.

Well, what happened

I waited for his four bullets, I waited for the withering of life.

A-Jing, A-Jing....

I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

No matter how many apologies, they can't bring back his lover.

In the morning light, Ye Tianyu was like an old man with his oil lamp burned out, hugging himself and weeping uncontrollably. The person who could comfort him the most had left. From now on, whenever he felt sadness or grief again, he could only hold himself like this, but it wouldn't be able to soothe his broken heart.

Ye Tianyu picked up the fallen diary, slowly closed it, he pulled out the needle, and holding the diary, walked out of the ward.

His room next door had a small walk-in refrigerator. Wen Jing was lying inside. It was a converted cold storage unit after the incident, not very big. Inside, there were all kinds of scents, scents designed to preserve the freshness of a corpse.

Wen Jing wore a black and white form-fitting dress, like a flower blooming in the night, quietly opening, fragrantly alone.

Ye Tianyu slowly walked to her face, squatting down slightly, holding Wen Jing's already stiff hand. He rubbed Wen Jing's hand, his choked voice carrying a kind of heartache, "Wen Jing, are you very cold Don't worry, I will warm you up."

He gently rubbed her hand until its coldness drew away the warmth from his palm.

"Isn't it a little warmer" he whispered, leaning down to kiss her forehead. His gentle voice carried a hint of bitterness, "I read your diary, Ajing. I didn't even know you had the habit of writing in one. I thought you wrote everything on your computer."

"A-Jing, your handwriting is beautiful. Did you practice calligraphy when you were young There are so many things about you that I don't know. I'm such an idiot for not getting to know you properly before you left." Ye Tianyu smiled gently. "Don't worry, wait for me. I'll come find you."

"Wait for me to be reborn, next life, I will treat you well, love you well, and never hurt you like this again."

He suddenly choked up, his sky shedding salty rain, tears dripping into his still eyes, “I’ve always been too late to tell you, I love you.”

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