Lu Jiayu was the man Sang Yu had loved for years.
They were just one step away from entering the marriage hall.
He had hidden it so well. It was only today that Sang Yu learned the man who once claimed she was irreplaceable had long been distracted by someone else.
When did it start?
Two years ago, when they were filming that youth romance movie?
Sang Yu guessed so.
Lu Jiayu truly lived up to his title as a film emperor—his acting was flawless, both on and off the set.
Sang Yu thought about how he had deceived her for two whole years. And because of all this, she had even lost her life. She hated Lu Jiayu to death.
He could have broken up with her.
She wasn’t the type to cling desperately.
They could have parted on good terms.
But Lu Jiayu chose to deceive her…
Ye Fei sat on the sofa while Lu Jiayu crouched before her. In Sang Yu’s eyes, the two of them were gazing at each other with deep affection.
She could clearly see the heartache in Lu Jiayu’s eyes.
Once, that look had belonged to her alone.
“Disgusting.”
No one heard Sang Yu’s words.
“I should go see Mom and Dad.”
Glancing at the wall clock, she realized she had already missed their daily video call.
Sang Yu muttered to herself, “If they can’t reach me, they’ll worry.”
Without another look at the man and woman in the living room, Sang Yu headed straight for the door.
But she was blocked by it.
After several attempts, her transparent form could do nothing against the tightly shut door.
She threw herself against it.
There was no expected pain.
But she still couldn’t get out.
“How could I forget? I’m just a wandering spirit now. How could I possibly open the door?”
To prevent paparazzi from sneaking photos, all the doors and windows in the villa were tightly shut.
Including the curtains.
Sang Yu was frantic with worry. Right now, her biggest concern was her parents.
“Lu Jiayu, could you…”
The rest of her words died in her throat.
The man who had been crouching on the floor had, at some point, moved to a single-seater sofa, and Ye Fei… was now sitting on Lu Jiayu’s lap, nestled in his arms.
Even though she had already accepted the fact that Lu Jiayu had changed his heart, witnessing such a scene firsthand still left Sang Yu unsettled.
Though she no longer had a physical body, she felt as if a lump of cotton were stuck in her chest.
Heavy and suffocating.
A breath she couldn’t draw in or release.
Within her line of sight, she saw Lu Jiayu gently wipe away the tears at the corner of Ye Fei’s eyes with his thumb.
Over and over, he told her, “It’s not your fault.”
“I couldn’t control my feelings.”
What a perfect excuse—he couldn’t control his feelings!
Sang Yu wanted to confront him, “If you like her so much, why didn’t you break up with me?”
“Why couldn’t you even give me the basic decency?”
But she no longer had the chance to ask these questions.
Because she was already dead.
Sang Yu didn’t want to watch the two of them huddling together for warmth. Since she couldn’t leave, she could only go upstairs.
But when she reached the staircase, an invisible force blocked her.
She couldn’t take another step forward.
Sang Yu’s emotions shattered. Her spirit drifted in front of Lu Jiayu.
Looking down at him from above.
Anger and heartache intertwined, and for a moment, she thought she might turn into a vengeful ghost.
Even though she knew a spirit couldn’t harm anyone, Sang Yu still raised her hand and slapped the man across the face.
“Wasn’t it enough that you caused my death? Now you’re trapping me here with the two of you. Lu Jiayu, do you even have a heart?”
“Lu Jiayu, I really hate you to death!”
Lu Jiayu, who was wiping away Ye Fei’s tears, paused slightly.
He thought he had just heard Sang Yu’s voice.
Looking around, there was nothing.
The phone on the coffee table lay quietly.
No movement at all.
From the moment the incident broke until now, Sang Yu hadn’t called him once, nor had she sent a single message.
Lu Jiayu’s heart began to churn again.
Placing his hand under Ye Fei’s knees, he effortlessly lifted her up. “Get some good rest. I promise by tomorrow morning, everything will be resolved.”
Ye Fei trembled with anxiety. “Will I still be able to act in the future? Will my career be ruined?”
The one who had made the mistake was himself, and Lu Jiayu replied firmly, “Things will be just as they were before. Trust me.”
Ye Fei stopped crying.
Sang Yu watched expressionlessly. Truly worthy of being called the pure and innocent jade maiden—a single bout of tears had Lu Jiayu’s heart aching to death.
And he had ruthlessly pushed her out to divert the fire.
She couldn’t stray too far from Lu Jiayu, so she drifted along behind them.
She watched as Lu Jiayu carried the woman into the master bedroom.
The door to the guest room next door was open, and Sang Yu drifted inside.
This was the room she used to stay in whenever she spent the night here.
Sang Yu was grateful she hadn’t foolishly given her body to Lu Jiayu.
Otherwise, she would probably be disgusted to death right now.
On the dressing table stood rows of bottles and jars—her skincare products.
By the window was a desk where she used to sit and prepare her lessons whenever she stayed over.
Just by pushing open the window, she could see the garden full of roses.
The villa was bought when Lu Jiayu earned his first pot of gold, and the flowers were planted around the same time.
So it had already been five years.
Footsteps echoed in the hallway, and without looking, Sang Yu knew it was Lu Jiayu.
He walked in.
Opening the wardrobe in the room, he took out a set of pajamas.
They were bought not long ago.
One for her and one for Lu Jiayu.
Her heart ached with a sour, painful throb.
Sang Yu turned her head away and let out a sigh.
Only then did she suppress the relentless, stabbing pain.
Sang Yu and Lu Jiayu had grown up together, but after her death, she began to hate him.