Cold, endless cold.
Jiang Chen's consciousness seemed to be soaked in the deep sea, and his limbs could not move. Only boundless regret and loneliness enveloped him.
He remembered that he was dead.
At his eightieth birthday party, the huge villa was full of guests, but there was no one he really wanted to see. He spent his whole life chasing wealth and status, and finally became Director Jiang, whom everyone respected, but he also became a loner.
The woman he wanted to see had left him in an accident more than thirty years ago.
If... If he hadn't quarreled with her that day and didn't slam the door and run out, wouldn't she have rushed out of the road to catch up with him? Wouldn't he be caught by that out-of-control truck...
"Jiang Chen! Are you listening to me?"
A clear and angry voice, like a thunder, suddenly split open Jiang Chen's chaotic consciousness.
This voice...
How long has it been since he heard? Ten years? Twenty years? Or has there been only the vague echo in her dream since the day she left?
Jiang Chen suddenly opened his eyes.
What caught my eye was not the pale ceiling of the hospital, nor the luxurious crystal chandelier in my villa.
It's a small, somewhat old rental house. The walls were covered with yellowing floral wallpaper, and there was a little peeling in the corners. On a small wooden table, there was half-eaten food, which was already cold. Across the table, stood a woman in a white dress. She is still very young, in her mid-twenties, with a simple ponytail, and no makeup on her face, but she is so beautiful that people can't take their eyes away. But at this moment, in those eyes that are always smiling
