My girlfriend was reborn.

Chapter 89 Then, Towards Tomorrow
I'm sorry, A-He, I lied to you.

Even though you saved me three times, and even though I really want a future with you.

But in reality, we were never together.

I know, because I witnessed your death, I only have one way to save you in the future.

That means we must have complete equality in our feelings for each other, only then can we put shackles on you:

Ah He, live on, not for anyone else, but for yourself.

Having been loved before, you surely can do it.

And I also know that the moment I successfully save you, I will enter the end, and it will be your turn to face the future.

Ah He, if you ever feel like giving up, stop for a moment, reflect on the time we've spent together, and then pick yourself up and start again.

This is the story I left for you, a story that exists because of you.

If possible, please write this story down. In any case, I still hope that I am the female lead in your first script. This is just my little selfish wish.

Also.

In that timeline, your real wife is Lu Bai.

You've come to this world, you should see the sun.

Lu Bai, is your sun.

Treat her well, don't let her cry because of you~

Alright, that's the end of my story. Now it's your turn to walk your own path.

At last.

Ah He, I wish you well.

May you have a bright future.

May you and your loved one be united in marriage.

May you find happiness in this world.

I only wish that,
Facing the Ocean, Spring and Blossom.

*
At this moment, Zhou Heming deeply hated his own damned imagination.

He understood everything almost the instant he finished reading the post, which was only visible to him.

So much so.

More than confusion, anger, or sadness, a smile appeared on his face first.

It was an uncontrollable, maniacal laugh, like a wail. He arched his back, bent over, and air was expelled from his lungs. Like a suffocating person, his chest heaved and convulsed, and his shoulders trembled. He could only barely stand by holding onto the wall.

The eighteen-year-old girl standing in front of him took a half step back.

"You should be able to understand that she died completely, utterly, in order to save you. There is no longer any debt between us."

That indifferent tone was just like the aloof beauty who rejected the class monitor of the honors class that day.

"So, I won't continue to stay by your side as your girlfriend. I don't want to, and you certainly don't want to either."

Zhou Heming wiped away the tears that streamed down his face from his manic laughter and looked at Cheng Shuangjiang.

The girl was indeed looking at him, but he was no longer in her eyes, and those icy words came again.

“I will not continue to be with you because of the inertia I’ve developed over the past few months, your expectations, or the constraints of my morals.”

"As things stand, there is absolutely no possibility of developing any relationship between you and me, including friendship."

"As for you, I hope you've thought it through: do you like a specific person, or an illusion made up of emotions, memories, and redemption?"

"Even if we stay the same, can you be sure that when you look at me, you're really looking at me as I am now, and not her?"

When Cheng Shuangjiang said these words, her beautiful pale cherry-colored lips were closed, but she didn't purse them at all.

Zhou Heming fell silent.

He knew it deeply.

When he looked at Cheng Shuangjiang now, he truly saw "her".

Just as Zhou Heming had questioned Cheng Shuangjiang in the past, now the boomerang struck him squarely between the eyebrows.

Putting himself in Zhou Heming's shoes and reversing the situation, Zhou Heming certainly understood.

Everything is because it was destined.

It was precisely because she loved him so much that she was willing to give up everything just to save his future.

Because he loved her so much, she was able to cast a curse in the name of love and successfully change his future.

The reborn girl knew that the moment Zhou Heming said "I love you" would be both her success and her destruction.

She even considered her eighteen-year-old self more, suppressing her feelings of love and refraining from having more or deeper contact with Zhou Heming, thus giving her a future she could choose for herself.

She was very gentle to everyone.

Except myself.

A person's character is their destiny.

If Cheng Shuangjiang weren't that kind of person, Zhou Heming wouldn't have fallen in love with her.

Everything, like precisely meshed gears, propelled the story towards its final conclusion.

So Zhou Heming smiled.

"It seems you have your answer."

Cheng Shuangjiang looked at Zhou Heming, who was laughing again, and seemed to sigh slightly before walking forward.

“I’m going to school to study. You should be able to manage on your own. I believe in her.”

She said this calmly as she passed by Zhou Heming.

Zhou Heming only spoke up when the girl reached the top of the stairs.

"and many more."

Cheng Shuangjiang glanced at him and stopped in her tracks.

Then, the boy revealed a smile that seemed to be both nostalgic and relieved.

He hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath before speaking.

Let's have a happy day today!

"it is good."

Cheng Shuangjiang only responded with one sentence before going downstairs.

He never looked back.

*
Zhou Heming sat back down at the table, somewhat dejected.

He picked up his phone, wanting to send a message to Cheng Shuangjiang, but he didn't know what to send.

Looking through their chat history, Zhou Heming recalled the evening when they first officially met at the funeral home.

For him, that seemed like a very distant thing.

Now he understands that distance is not about a long period of time, but about two or three irreversible things.

He felt he should be even more grief-stricken, should beat his chest in despair, should wail loudly, should be desperate and reckless, should collapse, sink into despair, and lose the courage to live.

can.

She left him with a story.

Those are beautiful memories that will bring a smile to my face whenever I think back on them.

Even a brief moment is enough to sustain a person for a very, very long time.

He suddenly remembered his mother's last words before she passed away—"Ahe, Mom loves you."

Zhou Heming didn't cry at that time either.

Now, the girl he loves most is saying goodbye to him in the same way.

It is indeed a blessing, and a curse.

At that moment, Zhou Heming's phone vibrated.

It was a WeChat message from Lu Bai.

[Lu Bai]: ?

[Lu Bai]: What's wrong with you two?
[Lu Bai]: Cheng Shuangjiang sent me a string of strange things early this morning, and I only saw it after I got up.

[Lu Bai]: Did you two have a fight or something?
[Lu Bai]: Where are you now?
"Lu Bai".

Zhou Heming thought for a moment and typed a reply: [Zhou Heming]: I'm at home.

[Lu Bai]: Stay home and wait. Don't do anything foolish. I'm coming over now.

Zhou Heming originally wanted to type a message telling Lu Bai not to come, but after typing the message, he hesitated.

He suddenly understood why Grandpa Geng had been arguing with him about the eulogy.

Because in this world, only Lu Bai could discuss Cheng Shuangjiang's rebirth with him.

He felt that he should still be sad.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door.

Zhou Heming opened the door and saw Lu Bai, whose hair was still a bit messy and who was wearing a baseball cap to cover his face.

Where is Cheng Shuangjiang?

She went into the house and peeked inside.

"She went to school to study."

Zhou Heming noticed that his voice was a little hoarse.

"She sent me some strange things, what's going on with you guys?"

Lu Bai asked with concern.

What did she send you?

Zhou Heming hesitated for a moment, but still wanted to ask.

"Here, take a look."

Lu Bai generously took out his phone and handed it to Zhou Heming.

He looked at the phone, which was encased in a transparent case.

*
Cheng Shuangjiang:
Ah Bai, I'm sorry, I have to leave.

Here are a few things to keep in mind when you're with Ahe. Make sure you remember them carefully!
First, always remember to encourage him, firmly choose him, and unconditionally trust him. He will absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not let you down.

Secondly, he's a stubborn, reserved, awkward guy who doesn't like to talk his mind. When he says he's okay, it usually means he's not okay. When he says he's fine, it definitely means something's wrong.

Thirdly, when you want to persuade him, don't directly order him around or reason with him. Instead, go along with him first, treat him like a kindergarten child, and make him happy. He will then naturally listen to you.

Fourthly, he is a person who doesn't plan much, but if you just give him a little push or a pull, he can move forward on his own. You should stay by his side and move forward with him. Never abandon him, because he is very afraid of being abandoned by the people he cherishes.

Fifthly, hug him every day, and you will both feel each other's strength. Kissing should be done in moderation, as he is a very greedy guy.

Sixth, when he is feeling down, depressed, or unhappy, he becomes quiet and withdrawn. At this time, there is no need to try to comfort or console him; just stay by his side and listen to him confide in you.

The seventh point is to imbue every event in your relationship with extraordinary meaning, so that even ordinary days will become memorable ones.

Eighth, his birthday is July 7th, the same day as yours. Remember to buy him a birthday cake and spend it with him, because for him, having someone to eat birthday cake with is more important than the birthday cake itself.

Article 9: When you argue, don't hold a grudge or make him guess. Tell him your thoughts directly, work together to solve the problem, hug him tightly, and listen to his feelings.

The tenth point is that you must read what he writes, whether it's praise or criticism, and sincerely express your opinions. His words reveal his true self, and only by becoming his reader can you truly understand his heart.

Ah Bai, from now on, Ah He is in your care. In the future, you and Ah He will become a loving couple, and you will have a hopeful tomorrow.

I was reborn from the future, so I know exactly what's going on~
Ah Bai, believe in yourself and bravely pursue the happiness you want.

Because cute girls can do anything!

*
After reading it, Zhou Heming raised his head slightly and looked at Lu Bai.

He pretended to be calm and tried to return the phone to her, but he couldn't lift his hand no matter what he did.

The things she told him, like that essay on the theme of "indirect approach," didn't explicitly express her love, yet they made Zhou Heming's throat itch and his voice hoarse.

"What's wrong with you guys? And what's this about being reborn?"

Lu Bai's eyes reflected Zhou Heming's image, and she felt extremely worried, as well as anxious that she was being kept in the dark.

"Actually, she really was reborn."

Zhou Heming took a deep breath and spoke casually.

"."

Lu Bai fell silent.

Don't you question me?

Zhou Heming smiled self-deprecatingly.

"I believe in you. Even if I don't believe in Cheng Shuangjiang, I believe in you as you are now."

Lu Bai bit his lower lip lightly.

"You're not the type to joke around right now."

Zhou Heming touched his face; he found it hard to describe the expression on his face.

"Tell me about Cheng Shuangjiang, I'm listening."

She pulled out a chair from the dining table and sat in the spot where Cheng Shuangjiang often sat.

then.

Zhou Heming began his narration.

For example, there's the story of a boy working at a funeral home who encounters an injured girl who comes to inquire about her funeral, only to be asked about her last wishes.

For example, a story about a boy who creates a script to make up for his friends' future separation, and who turns dandelions into solidified fireworks for a girl on a river embankment.

For example, a story about a boy who tries to prevent a teenage actress from participating in a long-distance race because of public opinion, and who uses the kindness of others to achieve a happy ending for everyone.

For example, there is the story of a girl who was once in despair and was saved by a boy several times. She was given another chance, but she went to her fate to save the boy who was destined to die.

He told these stories as if she had loved him all over again.

Lu Bai listened very attentively.

When Zhou Heming was parched and his mind was filled with memories of the journey, leaving no room for sadness, she got up, searched around, and poured him a glass of water.

"Cheng Shuangjiang, the Cheng Shuangjiang we knew, she's just gone like that?"

Lu Bai murmured, then, like a child who had just scratched a lottery ticket and won't give up after getting a "thank you" on it, he pressed on with more questions.

"But she still has memories of your time together, right? Then you can totally, you can pursue her again. Didn't she say that no matter how you meet, she will fall in love with you? That's the truth she truly believes!"

Zhou Heming did not answer the question, but remained silent for a moment before speaking.

"It's like having a pair of identical twins. If you have such a deep bond with the older sister, and then she leaves this world forever, do you think you can still openly love your younger sister, who looks exactly like you and has memories of both of you?"

Lu Bai was taken aback.

She knew it too.

If what Zhou Heming and Cheng Shuangjiang experienced was true.

Therefore, it is absolutely impossible for him to fall in love with Cheng Shuangjiang now.

Because they are too similar, because they are completely different, because they know everything, because they know nothing.

They will be the most familiar strangers.

"So, what are you going to do?"

Lu Bai glanced at his phone and said, not giving up.

"If, and I mean if, a long time later, assuming you've let go of everything, and you and she meet again for some reason, would you still fall in love with her?"

Zhou Heming did not answer, but just smiled.

"Right now, all I want to do is keep moving forward."

Lu Bai lowered his gaze.

"Therefore, I do have one more thing to do."

Zhou Heming remembered the promise the girl had made to him at the end.

He dug out his old laptop, which he hadn't used in a long time, plugged it in, and turned it on.

Opening the document that he had previously only used to write eulogies, Zhou Heming paused for a moment, tapped the desktop twice with his finger, and then typed the text.

My Girlfriend Was Reborn

Episode 1, Scene 1.

Jiangcheng City Funeral Home, lingering in the twilight years.

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