After Zuo Yang exhausted all her strength to shout those words, her vision went black, and her entire body swayed unsteadily.
Just as she was about to embrace the ground intimately, the man who had remained expressionless and indifferent reached out and pulled her into his arms.
The girl’s white dress was already soaked through by the rain, her entire body icy cold.
The moment she was embraced, he was even chilled by her coldness.
Mo Qingyan lowered his gaze, staring deeply at the person in his arms with tightly closed eyes. The lifelessness in his eyes vanished, replaced by a gaze that suddenly became frighteningly intense!
After a long silence.
He slowly spoke, his obsidian-like eyes gradually misting over: “Yu Ning, my child, seems to have really returned.”
……
Zuo Yang remained immersed in a dream.
She saw herself being hit and sent flying by a car, then the old monk crying uncontrollably while rushing to the hospital with the ambulance.
The doctors initially refused to let him, but the old monk cast aside all dignity, throwing a tantrum and insisting: “I need to chant sutras for her! Her life has only just begun!”
The doctors thought the monk had lost his mind—how could someone dead have any life left?
Later, her body was accepted by a medical university, becoming a Cadaver Teacher.
Everyone mourned silently for her, shedding tears, bowing, and paying their respects.
Her short 18-year life had ended quite perfectly.
At the end of the dream, there was a man’s extremely hoarse, desperate, and sorrowful whisper: Child, I miss you so much…
A ray of morning sunlight fell on Zuo Yang’s slightly chubby, fair little face.
Her long, curled, and thick eyelashes fluttered lightly as Zuo Yang slowly opened her eyes.
What met her eyes was a cold-toned room.
Sitting by the bedside in a wheelchair was Mo Qingyan.
Her hand was tightly enveloped by his large one.
Zuo Yang studied the man intently.
The man’s features were as stunning as if meticulously carved by the Creator.
Even dressed in light gray loungewear, he couldn’t conceal his innate nobility.
His deep eyes seemed to possess a magical power, capable of captivating and ensnaring you with just one glance.
At this moment, those eyes were still red, as if he had been crying, gazing deeply at her with endless tenderness and affection.
Beneath the man’s handsome, straight nose bridge were very thin lips.
Zuo Yang’s gaze shifted to the large hand enveloping hers.
His fingers were long and slender, with distinct knuckles.
On the back of his cold, fair hand, the prominent veins appeared exceptionally sexy and pleasing to the eye.
Every part of him was exactly to her liking; there wasn’t a single thing she didn’t adore.
However, the man now seemed to exude a sickly aura, having grown much, much thinner, as if devoid of vitality.
Zuo Yang’s heart clenched sharply, suppressing the panic and sorrow within.
She gently scratched the man’s palm with her fingertip, her beautiful smiling eyes sparkling.
Her soft, milky voice was even more tender and sweet, as if coated in honey:
“Mo Qingyan, I’m your child. I’ve returned. Do you still want me?”
Zuo Yang knew Mo Qingyan didn’t doubt her identity at all because he was holding her hand, after all.
When she scratched him, he even tightened his grip on her hand.
More importantly!
He was looking at her with such deep affection!
He knew she was Zuo Yang, his child, his little one.
But seeing the man remain silent, just staring at her in a daze, Zuo Yang scrunched up her little face.
“Hmm, although it’s a bit unbelievable, I have indeed returned. Do you want to hear about it?”
Mo Qingyan’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he responded in a low, hoarse voice: “Okay.”
“In fact, I just experienced an entire lifetime.”
Zuo Yang thought, since she had already returned, she shouldn’t hide anything from Mo Qingyan.
Even though she knew Mo Qingyan would be utterly heartbroken upon hearing this.
“Before the Gaokao, I was diagnosed with terminal cancer. When returning to school, I saved an old monk who got hit by a car and died. Then I opened my eyes and found myself lying on my own grave.”
As for other things, her brief 18-year life didn’t seem to have much else worth mentioning.
“Since childhood, I’ve been having the same dream.”
In the dream, there was another version of her who loved Mo Qingyan deeply, so very deeply.
In that pitch-black night, Mo Qingyan was trapped in raging flames.
To save her beloved, she rushed into the fire without hesitation.
She managed to rescue Mo Qingyan, but she suffered severe burns from the fire and was hit on the head by falling debris.
In the end, she died in Mo Qingyan’s arms.
When she died, she happened to be 18 years old too.
The dream version of her could also see her conscious self and would always say:
I am you, this was your previous life, remember everything that happens in the dream clearly.
At the end of the dream, Mo Qingyan became her tomb keeper, his life forever frozen at 35 years old.
Every time she woke from the dream, she would be in tears, her heart aching so much she could barely breathe.
She thought, if everything in the dream was truly her previous life, it would be truly suffocating.
She thought, if she could return to her previous life, could she undo all the regrets?
Back then, Zuo Yang only entertained the thought, after all, things like time travel only existed in novels.
Ahem, she absolutely adored reading such transmigration stories.
Time travel, novel transmigration, all kinds of crossing – guaranteed to be fascinating!
Who would have thought…
It would actually happen to her.
They say the end of science leads to metaphysics.
If she had to explain it, it must be because of “love.”
Because of her love for Mo Qingyan, because of Mo Qingyan’s love for her, she truly returned, with foresight!
Mo Qingyan listened to Zuo Yang with utmost stillness.
Although it was indeed unbelievable, he trusted every word his little one said.
Just then, Zuo Yang suddenly furrowed her delicate brows, sprang up, and threw herself before Mo Qingyan.
Placing her small hand gently on Mo Qingyan’s leg, she asked with heartfelt concern:
“Mo Qingyan, are your legs unable to move? And you’ve almost lost your sense of smell too, haven’t you?”
After speaking, she couldn’t help but sob slightly.
She said this because in her dream, this was exactly Mo Qingyan’s condition at this time.
In the dream, she knew Mo Qingyan wasn’t suffering from some incurable disease, but was poisoned.
Once this poison entered the human body, no advanced equipment could detect it.
That’s why despite consulting numerous famous doctors, the Mo Family remained helpless and could only define it as an incurable “mysterious illness.”
The poison would completely rob Mo Qingyan of his mobility, deprive him of all five senses, and ultimately reduce him to a helpless invalid.
In the dream, Mo Qingyan, already completely blind, could only touch her tombstone with his hands and press his face against it, as if trying to feel her presence.
The man’s scalding tears soaked into the tombstone as he wept heart-wrenchingly…
Mo Qingyan, the privileged scion of Bei Cheng’s top wealthy conglomerate Mo Family, the brilliant and esteemed pride of heaven, had thus fallen from grace, eventually meeting a painful, tragic death…
But don’t be afraid!
She’s back, she’s here!
Pale fingertips gently brushed against Mo Qingyan’s obsidian-like eyes.
The girl’s glistening pupils shimmered with starlit laughter.
How wonderful, these eyes are unharmed.
They were gazing at her, clearly reflecting her image.
Mo Qingyan lowered his gaze to the beloved face he’d dreamed of day and night, still processing the words the girl had just spoken:
The end of science is metaphysics.
If one must explain it, then it’s because of love.
So, his little one had returned.
Fortunately, he had listened to her back then.
In her final moments, when she could barely speak, she had mustered all her strength to smile and tell him:
“Mo Qingyan, live well…”