She called him “Brother Mo” her whole life. He waited two lifetimes for her.
At fifty-five, Chen Mo had no car, no home, no savings. The world had forgotten him in a lonely corner.
One misstep at the top of Mount Emei, and he was reborn at twenty.
This time, he would no longer be the timid failure he once was.
He seized the moment, started a business from scratch, amassed a fortune worth tens of millions, and advanced step by step.
Everyone thought he was chasing success
Only he knew the person he truly wanted to pursue was a girl.
Her name was Lin Wanxi.
In his previous life, he hadn’t even dared to look her in the eye.
In this life, he would be right by her side when she needed him most.
But fate never gave him the chance to be there at just the right moment.
She fell ill. Leukemia, chemotherapy, a transplant, relapse, liver failure, an immune system collapse…
He donated bone marrow, spent all his savings, sold his shares, and traveled from Jiangcheng to Beijing, then Shanghai.
He said, “You won’t die.”
She smiled. “Brother Mo, you’re lying to me again.”
Her favorite thing to say was, “Brother Mo, my feet hurt.”
Every time, he would crouch down and gently massage them.
From twenty to twenty-six, from campus to hospital room, from this life to their final farewell.
He won every battle, but lost the one person who mattered most.
The cherry blossoms bloomed six times, they ate countless boxes of strawberries, and she knitted one scarf after another.
Wearing a white dress, she married him and cried and smiled at their wedding.
She said, “I have no regrets in this life.”
Then, one winter solstice afternoon, snow fell over Jiangcheng.
She closed her eyes, the corners of her mouth still curled in a smile.
This is not a story with a happy ending.
