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Cheng Anya was very grateful to Miss Wen's mother, but Miss Wen’s mother didn’t say much. Such pain wouldn't be alleviated easily. Cheng Anya knew that someday it would pass. She wanted to accompany Miss Wen’s mother back to City A, but she refused and booked a flight to Athens instead, wanting to clear her mind. Worrying about her, Cheng Anya called Warming and asked her to talk with her mother properly.

Warming knew that her mother wanted to find her birth mother, Long Xiushui. Every year, she would go to Athens once; when she was feeling down, she would also visit there. They had both gotten used to it, so Warming felt slightly more at ease knowing where she had gone.

Ye Tianyu held the diary of Wen Jing silently without looking through a single page, staring blankly at its cover as if trying to look through it.

Cheng Anya was concerned and kept urging him to rest, but he wouldn't listen. Instead, he continued holding his phone intently with a complex expression that wasn’t clear or bright, seemingly lost in thought. Cheng Anya said, "If you want to read, just do it."

He shook his head but only held the diary closer.

"Why don't you give it to me I'll help you look through it."

Ye Tianyu shook his head and spoke hoarsely. "No matter what, good or bad, this is Wen Jing’s gift to me."

This was the second thing left behind by Wen Jing.

Cheng Anya had always been very concerned about Ye Tianyu, fearing that something might happen to him. She would stay in the hospital room unwillingly to leave, but Cheng An Yuan insisted that she go rest: "Mommy, you should go get some rest. He’ll be fine. Tianyu will accept this fact and won’t cause any trouble. You can put your mind at ease."

"Tianyu…

"Mom, you go to sleep. He has died several times already. If he can't withstand this much of a blow, then he doesn’t deserve to be my son," Ye Ningyuan said as he held Cheng Anya's shoulder and sent her back to rest.

The hospital room was left with only Ye Tianyu inside. Sitting alone in the room, Ye Tianyu looked desolate. A small yellow lamp illuminated the dim space, casting a melancholic hue over him like a traveler lost in the desert without hope of water or salvation.

His world was bleak and barren.

Tremblingly, Ye Tianyu opened his diary, which Wen Jing had left behind as her last testament. Regardless of what it contained, he greedily read every word, fearing that any deviation from the text might cause him regret.

The first sentence on the first page was: "My instructor is a rogue; rogues aren't scary, but rogue instructors with education are." Ye Tianyu couldn’t help but smile. This was his Jing, full of vitality and spirit in every word she wrote.

He loved this balanced blend of strength and gentleness in her character the most.

After all their time together, there must have been many grievances against him initially; he always called her rogue instructor at first.

In his eyes, Wen Jing was an exemplary young lady.

Ye Tianyu turned the pages slowly, reading the diary with a mix of smiles and sorrow. His face softened so much it seemed like water could drip from it, as if he had just fallen in love and was thinking about the happiness of his beloved.

When Ye Ningyuan returned to the hospital room after sending Cheng Anya back to rest, he saw through the door’s gap that Ye Tianyu was reading Wen Jing's diary with alternating expressions of sadness and joy. Since Wen Jing’s death, Ye Tianyu had shown no signs of emotion—no happiness or sorrow. It comforted a father who loved his son deeply to finally see a smile on his face, even if it were brief. Ye Ningyuan sighed softly; he would be alright.

This diary would save him.

He had a premonition and couldn't help but be grateful to the heavens for Ah Jing, who, in some inexplicable way, had saved his life and redeemed his withered soul.

The hours slowly passed. Ye Tianyu read at a painstakingly slow pace; Ye Ningyuan felt reassured that he would be fine and went back to rest in his room. Alone by the window, Ye Tianyu spent the entire night reading Wen Jing's diary.

At times, he trembled with sorrow, and at others, he smiled tenderly. When he reached the final page, his eyes widened, his hand weakened, and tears as big as beans fell onto the diary, blurring the inked words. The diary slipped from his grasp...

Tears streamed down Ye Tianyu's face.

The faint writing on the fallen diary read, "If he proposed to me on my birthday, I would have married him."

This was Wen Jing's final entry in her diary.

Written a week before she had an accident, every word exuded the heart of a bride-to-be. Ye Tianyu couldn't help shedding tears for the second time after Wen Jing's death; on that day, she had been waiting for him to propose and agree to marry him.

What was the outcome

She waited until he shot her four times and watched life slip away from her.

Ah Jing... Ah Jing...

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!

No matter how many apologies, his beloved cannot be brought back.

In the morning light, Ye Tianyu, like an old man whose lamp has run out of oil, hugged himself and cried uncontrollably. The person who could comfort him most had left; from now on, no matter how sad or sorrowful he was, he could only embrace himself but couldn't mend his broken heart.

Ye Tianyu picked up the fallen diary, slowly closed it, pulled out the needle, and carried the diary out of the hospital room.

His room was right next to a small refrigeration unit. Wen Jing lay there; this refrigeration unit had been constructed after her accident. It wasn't large but kept various fragrances that preserved the freshness of a body.

Dressed in black and white close-fitting dresses, she looked like a flower blooming in the darkness, quietly beautiful and alone.

Ye Tianyu walked slowly to her side, slightly bent down, held Wen Jing's already stiff hand. He rubbed her hand with his, his choked voice filled with pain: "Jing, are you cold Don't worry, I'll warm you up."

He gently rubbed her hand until the coldness in her hand sapped away the warmth from his palm.

"Are you warmer now" he asked softly, bending down to kiss her forehead. His gentle voice had a hint of bitterness: "I've read your diary, Jing. I didn't know you kept one; I thought everything was stored on your computer."

"Jing, your handwriting is beautiful. When you were young, did you practice calligraphy There are many things about you that I don’t know. How could I have been so foolish as to not get to know you better before this happened," Ye Tianyu gently smiled.

“It’s okay; wait for me. I will find you.”

"Wait for me in the next life, too. In our next life, I'll take good care of you and love you properly. I won’t hurt you like this again."

Suddenly his voice choked up; tears fell from his eyes to Wen Jing’s face, salty drops landing on her eyelids: "I never got the chance to tell you how much I loved you.". It wasn't that her plans changed; it was because Yong Shao fell ill. Although Gu Xiangyi seriously doubted the authenticity of this news, she could hear his voice over the phone sounding hoarse, so...