No matter how much Lu Jiayu resisted, he still saw Sang Yu’s body.
She lay there quietly, her face pale.
A pallid hue tinged with blue.
Seeing one’s own corpse firsthand was a strange sensation; Sang Yu didn’t know if other deceased people had similar experiences.
Lu Jiayu didn’t want to cry, but he couldn’t control himself.
From childhood to adulthood, even during the most oppressive times in the entertainment industry, he had never felt such despair.
Because back then, Sang Yu was by his side.
In this season of lingering chill after the warmth, Sang Yu was dressed in a black overcoat.
Clearly, it was a matching couple’s style with the one he was wearing.
Lu Jiayu felt around her neck and found a delicate necklace.
The simple ring on it now carried Sang Yu’s body temperature.
Cold enough to pierce the bone.
He could finally confirm that the person before him was his Sang Yu.
Not a prank.
Nor was someone impersonating her.
“Xiao Yu, I’m sorry.”
Lu Jiayu knelt on the ground, holding Sang Yu’s hand and apologizing over and over again.
“I do love you.”
“If I had realized earlier, would we have avoided this ending?”
“Spring is coming; we promised to get married.”
“Xiao Yu, you broke your promise.”
If they were still together and well, he would have personally picked her up from school when he wasn’t filming.
Sang Yu wouldn’t have died in the underground parking lot.
“The one who never kept their word was never me.”
“Even if you realized it, it wouldn’t change the outcome of our breakup.”
Sang Yu’s tone was faint. Though she knew Lu Jiayu couldn’t hear her, she still voiced her thoughts.
“I couldn’t accept deception. Even if you were only briefly distracted, it would make me feel this relationship was tainted.”
“I don’t want something tainted.”
“People either.”
Lu Jiayu held Sang Yu’s hand, murmuring incessantly. He must have touched something, causing the covering over the body to fall away.
The knife wound was exposed before Lu Jiayu’s eyes.
His trembling hand reached out to touch it but hesitated to make contact.
Blood spread from the wound.
Layer upon layer.
Accumulating around the cut.
Congealing into the most piercing red.
“Xiao Yu, did it hurt?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t protect you.”
Why did fate have to be so cruel? His Sang Yu was only twenty-five.
Her life had just begun.
She said she wanted to continue her Ph.D., and she had already started preparing recently.
All her plans hadn’t even been put into action yet; how could she have left?
Heartache to the extreme made even breathing a torment.
Lu Jiayu thought seeing Sang Yu’s body with his own eyes was the cruelest thing.
Little did he know that everything the police uncovered next would make him wish he could kill himself.
“The perpetrator confessed fully to his crime. He is a fan of Miss Ye Fei. According to his statement, he did this to bring Mr. Lu and Miss Ye Fei together.”
“He believed your fiancée was an obstacle to his idol.”
The officer’s tone carried regret.
The entertainment industry was too murky; he truly couldn’t understand it.
Why would a man with a fiancée engage in gossip and rumors?
Couldn’t a career develop without scandals?
Lu Jiayu never imagined the incident would be connected to him.
He felt as if he were dying from the pain.
He slapped himself hard across the face.
So, he was an accomplice too.
What he owed Sang Yu in this lifetime could never be repaid.
Why wasn’t he the one who died!
Sang Yu watched coldly from the sidelines. “Lu Jiayu, stop pretending.”
“When you pushed me into the spotlight, did you ever consider that your fans would think I was just riding on your fame?”
“How would they treat me? Did you ever think about that?”
Everyone wants to live a good life, and Sang Yu was no exception.
When she became a pawn in someone else’s game, how could she not feel hatred?
A gust of wind blew by, and Lu Jiayu shivered.
“How many years will that person be sentenced?” Lu Jiayu asked with difficulty, though a hint of madness flickered in his eyes.
Despite his troubled expression, “That person has mental issues. As for the sentence, it will depend on the evaluation results.”
Lu Jiayu’s face darkened.
Was the culprit just going to walk free?
Who would pay for Sang Yu’s suffering?