A sharp pain throbbed at his temple. Cold rain mingled with hot blood as it ran into his eyes, blurring his vision. He lay on the slick, rain-soaked bricks of the front courtyard, his whole body burning like a piece of charcoal tossed into a stove.
Memories surged over him like a tide, carrying the grievances of his past life and the regret he’d felt at the end. They engulfed him in an instant. He remembered how, just minutes earlier, Qin Huairu had found him here. The rain had soaked her bangs, and her eyes, always glistening with tears, had looked at him. Before she could speak, tears were already streaming down her face.
“Zhu, I’m begging you… Banggeng’s grandma is seriously ill, and the hospital is demanding payment… I really have no other choice. Please help me one more time. I promise I’ll pay you back…”
His heart softened. He also hoped she would remember his kindness, so he handed her every penny he’d saved over the years for his future wedding, pressing it into her cold hand.
The beginning is very good, but how did you get to such a high official position? Why go to the countryside to show movies?