Love rises with the wind, but lingers when the wind stills; dusk and sunset, the evening breeze misses you too. The evening breeze knows my heart, blowing my dreams to the western isles.
The wind keeps its promise, the flowers never miss their bloom, year after year, never failing each other.
Late night, Wanyuan Estate…
“Lu Muqian… I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
“I’m sorry, I regret it…”
“Wuwu, I’m sorry… Don’t…”
An Yin woke with a start from her sleep, gasping for air around her, taking a long time to calm down.
Looking at her surroundings…
An Yin was shocked. This is… Wanyuan Estate? This bedroom feels so familiar—hers and Lu Muqian’s bedroom? No, it should be their bridal chamber, but only she lives here.
After steadying herself, An Yin reached for her phone nearby and checked the time: [Date], 2023…
Recalling everything from her dream, she wondered if it was just a dream or… if she had truly been reborn.
The pain of dying during cancer chemotherapy felt so real, and Lu Muqian holding her while crying so bitterly—it all seemed vivid. It must be… she had really been reborn, absurdly, back to three months after their marriage.
An Yin glanced toward the bedroom door. Since she had been reborn, where was Lu Muqian now? She tapped her head lightly—ah, she forgot. She and Lu Muqian slept in separate rooms. At this hour, he was probably in the secondary bedroom.
An Yin just wanted to see him quickly. Grabbing her pillow, she rushed to the most inconspicuous room on the second floor. Without knocking, she turned the doorknob and entered, then…
“Wuwu, Lu Muqian… I had a nightmare.”
An Yin went straight for the bed, throwing herself into the arms of Lu Muqian, who hadn’t yet reacted.
“It’s alright, it’s alright, I’m here. It was just a nightmare. Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid…”
Lu Muqian didn’t embrace her back, only reached out to pat her back, comforting her and helping her catch her breath.
He wanted to hold her, but she had said not to touch her—she found it disgusting.
Once she calmed down, she’d probably scold and reject him again. Even so, Lu Muqian cherished her closeness.
“Lu Muqian~.” An Yin pulled back from the man’s embrace and stood by the bed, looking at him.
Lu Muqian’s heart tightened slightly. Is it coming? Is she going to humiliate him again?
It’s fine. It’s not the first time anyway. Yinyin surely doesn’t mean it—she… just doesn’t like him.
“I’m here.”
“Can I sleep here tonight? I’m scared. If I have another nightmare, I won’t be able to sleep.”
The sky outside was pitch black—it was actually 2 a.m. An Yin hadn’t expected to be reborn at this hour, and she felt utterly exhausted.
Lu Muqian stayed silent, gazing at her intently, trying to discern something in the girl’s eyes, but found nothing.
“Then you sleep here. I’ll go sleep on the sofa.”
If An Yin wanted to sleep in his room, she probably wouldn’t want to share the bed with him, so he chose the sofa.
“No, the sofa is too small. You won’t fit.”
“It’s fine, I can manage.”
“You might manage, but I don’t want you to.”
“What?”
“The sofa is too small for two people. Don’t make do—sleep in the bed.”
“What do you mean?” Lu Muqian didn’t understand An Yin’s meaning. Was she planning to sleep on the sofa with him?
“What I mean is, we’ll both sleep on the bed together. Understand?”
An Yin declared assertively to Lu Muqian, then took off her shoes, climbed onto the bed, and lay down beside the man.
“Lu Muqian, good night.”
Lu Muqian, good night. I’m back. I’m sorry for having failed you. From now on, I’ll treat you well.
The man lay stiffly beside An Yin, not daring to move his hands recklessly, keeping them properly placed on the quilt.
His heart surged with emotion, unable to believe what was happening. Tonight’s An Yin left Lu Muqian utterly bewildered. By tomorrow morning, another argument would likely erupt.
That night, Lu Muqian lay awake. Even though he anticipated An Yin reverting to her disdainful attitude the next day, he was willing to gaze at her all night long.
He had secretly watched her sleeping face countless times before.
As for An Yin, shortly after drifting into slumber, she seemed to return to her previous life…
She stood in an empty, silent corridor, glancing around at the somewhat familiar surroundings. This… was the hospital where she had lived for a long time in her past life.
Pushing open the door to the room she once occupied, she entered and saw the scene from before…
Back then, due to chemotherapy, she had lost all her hair…
Yet the man beside her showed no trace of disgust, caring for her meticulously. His eyes were slightly red, reflecting glimmers of tears as he stared at her lying on the hospital bed with tightly closed eyes.
A year after divorcing Lu Muqian, An Yin was diagnosed with terminal cancer. Had they not divorced, it would have been detected in time, and the tragedy could have been avoided. But… it was ultimately too late to turn back.
On her deathbed, she regretfully told Lu Muqian, “Lu Muqian, I regret it. I regret failing your deep affection and love. If there is a next life, I will be the one to love you.”
But there were no “ifs” in life—how many second chances did the world truly offer?
“Lu Muqian, will you forgive me?”
“No, not in the next life. Yinyin, don’t go…” His voice trembled, almost pleading.
“You’ll get better, you’ll get better. Don’t go… Don’t leave me, please…” Lu Muqian could no longer hold back, clutching An Yin and weeping like a child who had lost a beloved toy, murmuring incessantly, begging her not to leave.
But… the girl in his arms, her hand limp and falling, the monitor’s data flatlining—it all declared the cessation of her life.
“Yinyin, you promised you would love me in the next life. So you must find me, alright? I’ll wait for you.”
Standing nearby, An Yin watched this scene. She reached out to wipe the tears from the man’s face but found her hand passing straight through his head… Staring at her own hand, she realized… she couldn’t touch him. And he couldn’t see her.
An Yin tried shouting into his ear, “Lu Muqian, don’t cry. I’m back. I’ll keep my promise and love you well in this lifetime.”
But… the man couldn’t hear her at all, only crying more bitterly.
The scene shifted… An Yin found herself in a cemetery, dimly lit by faint lamps illuminating the graveyard…
The eerie environment made her slightly fearful. She wanted to flee quickly, but then… she heard a voice choked with tears.
“Yinyin…”
“Yinyin…”
Yinyin? Was he calling her? An Yin followed the voice and saw… Lu Muqian?
Was he crying? And who was he crying so bitterly for?
An Yin looked at the words on the tombstone: “Beloved Wife, An Yin’s Grave.”
By the flickering light, An Yin clearly saw the photo on it. Gasp… She covered her startled mouth. The person in the photo was her.
Hadn’t they divorced? Why did it still say “Beloved Wife’s Grave”?