Sang Yu watched as Lu Jiayu posted on Weibo, then watched him block Ye Fei.
What was the point of doing all this now? She was already dead.
Not wanting to be disturbed by other people or matters, Lu Jiayu decisively turned off his phone.
He stared blankly down the corridor, unsure where he should go.
Without Sang Yu, his life had lost its color.
Everything was gray.
“Xiao Yu.”
“Xiao Yu.”
He silently repeated her name in his heart.
No one would ever respond to him again.
It turned out that losing the one you love was more painful than dying yourself.
His palm unconsciously tightened. The simple ring constantly reminded him that the twenty-five-year-old Lu Jiayu had betrayed the vow he made at eighteen.
He didn’t even have a chance to apologize or atone for his sins.
Sang Yu’s parents reappeared within sight.
Lu Jiayu had committed an enormous mistake. Even though he knew they didn’t want to see him, he still walked over.
With a thud, he knelt directly before the two elders.
“Uncle, Auntie, I’m the one who wronged Xiao Yu. You can hit me or curse me all you want.”
His attitude was sincere.
And somewhat despondent.
Wen Shuwǎn was so angry she almost couldn’t catch her breath. What good would hitting or cursing him do? Could it bring her Xiao Yu back?
She deliberately ignored him. In this lifetime, Lu Jiayu deserved to live in remorse.
Sang Renhua’s eyes were filled with disappointment. He shared his wife’s sentiment.
Lu Jiayu hadn’t killed Xiao Yu, but she had died because of him.
This knot in their hearts, he and his wife would never be able to let go.
Even though they had watched Jiayu grow up too.
“Lu Jiayu, what do you mean by this?”
Shen Yiqiu looked at Lu Jiayu with resentment. They had grown up together, and she had witnessed their relationship from the start.
She had never imagined that one day Lu Jiayu would change his heart.
Why did it have to come to this?
They were so good together before, so good…
“Do you think kneeling and apologizing can make up for what you’ve done?”
“Or are you trying to pressure someone with this act?”
Lu Jiayu let her berate him. “I’m not trying to pressure anyone.”
He just wanted to ease his own conscience a little.
“Leave. We don’t want to see you ever again.”
Wen Shuwǎn’s eyes were red and swollen from crying. “You and Xiao Yu weren’t married yet, so at least there are fewer complications now. If you have any conscience left, don’t appear before us again.”
Just thinking about how her Xiao Yu had died in despair and heartbreak made Wen Shuwǎn feel like her own heart was shattering.
“Let’s go.” Sang Renhua supported his wife.
Xiao Yu… was going to be cremated. They needed to wait for her.
Then take her home.
Shen Yiqiu gritted her teeth. “Since you’ve already chosen someone else, you should follow that path to the end. You’d better not regret it, or not only will I despise you, but Xiao Yu will despise you too.”
“Lu Jiayu, you’ll never be able to repay what you owe Xiao Yu in this lifetime.”
“Why couldn’t it have been you who died!”
Shen Yiqiu was a doctor. Her hands were meant to save lives, but at this moment she truly wished she could take Lu Jiayu’s life with her own hands.
“Put away this hypocritical act of yours. Godfather and godmother don’t want to see you. From now on, I forbid you from appearing before them.”
Shen Yiqiu gave Lu Jiayu a deep look. She had never hated anyone this much before.
Turning around, she strode away.
Sang Yu didn’t know if she would have another chance to see them.
She immediately chased after them, reaching out to hug Shen Yiqiu. “From now on, I leave my parents in your care.”
“Qiuqiu, thank you.”
Shen Yiqiu paused in her steps, looking around in confusion.
She let out a silent, self-deprecating laugh—she must have been hallucinating.
Even without Xiao Yu saying it, she would take good care of her godparents.
When her parents passed away unexpectedly during her middle school years, it was her godparents who had raised her. Caring for them was her responsibility.
Shen Yiqiu left, and Sang Yu could only stand there watching.
After an unknown length of time, Lu Jiayu finally stood up.
Staggering slightly, he was filled with regret.
He truly regretted it.
If he could bring Xiao Yu back, he would be willing to pay any price.