After the car accident, Cheng Yansheng was barely conscious.
He thought of the vast family fortune he had built from nothing, his bright and clever child, and his gentle, lovely wife.
If his wife hadn't suddenly handed him divorce papers right before the accident, he would have seemed, by every measure, like heaven's favored son and a winner in life.
Did he have any regrets? Cheng Yansheng shook his head.
But then, who could explain why, after he died, his soul was confined within five meters of his ex-wife? Day after day, he wandered beside her alone.
He watched her laugh and chat with Attorney Chu, whom he had entrusted with handling his estate. He watched her being ardently pursued at her doorstep by a man more than ten years younger than her. He watched her tirelessly investigate the circumstances of his car accident...
Near midnight.
The woman stood on the balcony with her hair loose, smoking.
Through the smoke, now bright and now dim, he saw a photo in her hand. The man in it looked exactly like him.
By rights, he should have been comforted.
He and his wife had shared a good relationship.
He was close to disappearing, and she had taken out his photo to miss him in advance.
But he fell silent for a long moment.
Rigid from head to toe, he heard her lower her voice and sob softly:
"It's raining tonight, Xie Qilin. Are you all right?"
