Lu Jiayu followed them to the police station like a walking corpse.
His head was spinning, yet he clearly heard the officer say, “Ms. Sang Yu was stabbed in a vital area and died from excessive blood loss.”
“The time of death was around 10 p.m. The parking lot was almost empty at that hour.”
“Ms. Sang Yu’s parking spot was at the very back, so it wasn’t until this morning that a cleaner discovered her and reported it to the police.”
“Based on the evidence at the scene, Ms. Sang Yu didn’t die immediately after being stabbed. She tried to survive—her phone was nearby, but unfortunately…”
“We will apprehend the perpetrator as quickly as possible and ensure justice is served.”
“…”
The officer was a middle-aged man in his late forties, nearly fifty.
He also had a daughter, around the same age as Sang Yu.
At this moment, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of sorrow.
Life truly is unpredictable.
Lu Jiayu couldn’t process anything else that was said.
All he knew was that while Sang Yu was facing death, he had brought another woman home and forced her to issue a clarification statement.
While she lay silently in the parking lot, he was cooking for Ye Fei.
He had embraced Ye Fei.
He had felt heartache over Ye Fei’s tears.
He had even nearly crossed the line.
He had planned to go find her last night—why had he changed his mind?
Oh, he remembered.
He wanted to give Sang Yu time to cool off.
Every single detail was like a thousand cuts, slowly torturing Lu Jiayu.
His heart felt as if it had been torn open, and every gust of wind brought unbearable agony.
Xiao Yu, were you in pain?
Lu Jiayu asked silently in his heart.
No one would ever answer that question for him.
I’m in pain, Xiao Yu…
His entire body was cold, trembling uncontrollably, his teeth chattering.
Sang Yu sat beside him in the back seat of the police car—Lu Jiayu was in no state to drive.
Turning her head, Sang Yu looked at the man’s tormented expression, puzzled. “What are you afraid of? Without me as an obstacle, you and Ye Fei can finally be together.”
“Not many people knew about our relationship anyway. With your current status and influence, as long as you handle it carefully, who would believe you had a girlfriend of seven years?”
“Those photos aren’t solid evidence—just ordinary friends taking pictures.”
“If it hadn’tt hurt my family and friends… Lu Jiayu, I could have parted with you amicably.”
“Even though you were the one who betrayed this relationship, for the sake of the eighteen-year-old Lu Jiayu, I would have let you go.”
Lu Jiayu thought he heard Sang Yu’s voice again.
He looked over at the seat beside him in surprise, but there was nothing there.
Instantly, he slumped back into despair.
Raising his eyes, he stared out the window at the bustling traffic.
A new day had begun, but his Sang Yu… seemed to have truly remained in yesterday forever.
Lu Jiayu lowered his head, staring blankly at his fingers, then removed the necklace from around his neck. Hanging from it was a simple ring.
He and Sang Yu each had one.
They had bought them when they were eighteen.
Back then, he wasn’t well-off and could only afford a two-thousand-yuan ring for Sang Yu.
Lu Jiayu still remembered the look of surprise and joy on her face when she received the ring.
“Lu Jiayu, do you know what giving a ring means?”
“Xiao Yu, I will only love you in this lifetime,” he had replied then.
A tear fell onto the ring. Trembling, Lu Jiayu slipped it onto his ring finger.
Lu Jiayu only loves Sang Yu—how could he have forgotten?
He already possessed a love that lasted from school uniforms to wedding gowns, so how could he become lost in a fictional world, believing the love in a script was real?
In this moment, he finally broke free from the role he had been playing, his consciousness becoming exceptionally clear.
He was Lu Jiayu.
The Lu Jiayu who loved only Sang Yu.
But his Sang Yu would never know.
Until her death, she only remembered that her Lu Jiayu had changed his heart.
Tears fell one by one; the breakdown of an adult is always silent.
Through the rearview mirror, the officer saw the tears on Lu Jiayu’s face.
For a grown man to cry like this, it seemed he truly loved his fiancée.
Sigh.
No matter who this happened to, it would be hard to accept.
It’s better to let it out.