After their confessions were rejected, they regretted it for the rest of their lives.

Haha...

It's hard not to feel a nasty sense of accomplishment.

So, the things I did in the previous timeline are so memorable?

No wonder that when he took over the artist management company, these former employees and even shareholders raised doubts about him more than once, and some even tried to beat him up because of certain rumors.

Xia Weichan understood at this point.

To these people, his "elder brother" might be a benefactor, a kind boss, a friendly colleague, or a rare "benefactor" in their lives.

But looking at these people grieving over their own passing,

Xia Weichan really felt a bit strange, like watching a short play that was a little eccentric.

He glanced at them discreetly, not far away, at the two tombstones that also belonged to him.

A dark sense of humor gradually rose within Xia Weichan, forcing her to maintain a composed expression.

If he were to laugh at this moment, he would undoubtedly become the most conspicuous person here, so it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was beaten and hospitalized.

In fact, Xia Weichan didn't need to make those hateful expressions.

His face alone, standing here, is already eye-catching enough.

From the moment you step into the cemetery and are noticed, you can feel countless scrutinizing gazes, subtly piercing your skin.

The clouds, stirred by the gentle breeze, conveniently blocked out the sunlight, casting shadows over the sizable cemetery.

"As Xia Weiyu's younger brother, my feelings are no less relaxed than those of everyone here."

Xia Weichan, oblivious to the questioning gazes, followed the cobblestone path of the cemetery to the tombstone.

He turned around, and fortunately, he had deliberately studied acting techniques for managing facial expressions during his second viewing, which allowed him to convey sadness in time enough to dispel any doubts.

When someone is at their lowest point of sadness, their facial expression becomes blank; Xia Weichan imitated that feeling.

He had to do this; otherwise, after taking over the company, he would be burdened with unwarranted conspiracy theories, and as the main manager, he would find himself in an environment of disunity and alienation.

A person's true character is only revealed after death, and in these people's eyes, Xia Weiyu was a truly good person, someone to whom they had even received kindness.

The most fatal flaw for a successor is that the previous leader was too perfect.

Xia Weichan lowered her head, exhaled, and looked up at the sky, seemingly trying to hide the 'tears' that were about to flow.

After a long silence, he said, "I thank... everyone who came here to say goodbye to my brother..."

As time passed, perhaps because of his arrival, the people who came to see him off seemed even quieter.

From beginning to end, no one questioned him. Xia Weichan knew that this 'improvisational performance' was a great success...

They laid flowers on their own tombstone, then bowed.

Xia Weichan glanced around the crowd but didn't spot that familiar chestnut-brown short curly hair.

This is not surprising. Given Kurimaki Tsuruo's physical and mental condition, Natsumi Michan actually didn't want her to attend this...deceptive funeral.

But what were his feelings when he wrote that note?

Perhaps even he himself doesn't know...

While she was feeling lost, her gaze suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure, which almost made Xia Weichan lose her composure.

That wasn't Kurimaki Tsuruo, but Zuoqiu Hangyu, who had absolutely no connection to Xia Weiyu!

The girl was still wearing that figure-hugging black trench coat, standing under the willow tree not far from the crowd.

Her slender, pale fingers rested on her chin, and her exquisitely sculpted eyes quietly gazed at Xia Weichan. Even as their eyes met, the girl showed no sign of looking away.

She leaned gracefully against the trunk of a willow tree, a leaf landing on her head, drifting down her long, flowing hair to the ground.

The expression on her delicately shaped face was as if she were watching an interesting performance.

When their eyes met, Zuoqiu Hangyu tilted his head slightly, smiled, and clapped his hands slowly in front of his chest without any obstruction.

Great.

That's what she meant.

"...?"

That smile is irresistible to any boy...

But it gave Xia Weichan a feeling... like a cicada that had just emerged from the ground at the end of summer, just preparing to welcome everything new, when he looked up and saw a terrifying magpie staring straight at him.

Oh my god, that scared me to death!

Xia Weichan's lips twitched, and she quickly looked away, making way for the performance stage in front of the tombstone.

When did she start standing there?

Entering midway?

Or was it there from the very beginning of the performance?

Regardless, Xia Weichan only hoped that the other person was simply taking a walk when they were unintentionally drawn by the noise and became curious, so they decided to come and take a look.

He had only met Zuoqiu Hangyu once, so it was unlikely that the other party would deliberately come to visit him.

unless...

The handover between the two cycles was not handled perfectly, which attracted the attention of the police, who classified Xia Weiyu's death as murder, and then Zuoqiu Hangyu came to investigate.

It shouldn't be like this... If he were truly suspected by the police, he shouldn't be unaware of it.

He quickly thought of another chilling possibility.

Perhaps it was just that eye contact at the police station, that one word "Mr. Ye," or intuition?

But this is even more absurd than the previous idea!

Perhaps it was just a passing fancy. In Xia Weichan's memory, Zuoqiu Hangyu was very curious, so much so that he would stare into her eyes and try to guess her feelings with a smile.

Just like now...

They might just be there to join in the fun and take a look.

He took a deep breath and composed himself to see his ex-girlfriend there.

Why does this fear arise?

To put it bluntly, the two only met once...

In the blink of an eye, the slender, black-clad figure turned and left.

Xia Weichan breathed a sigh of relief.

The funeral proceeded simply as friends bid farewell one by one.

He remained silent, watching those people repeat the same process.

After a brief moment of distraction, it was time to leave.

When the crowd had completely dispersed, Xia Weichan looked at the tombstone engraved with "Xia Weiyu".

The flowers in front almost completely obscure the last character, "余".

Because of the special nature of this game's identity,

Compared to the first three playthroughs, where the characters were completely unrelated in terms of their identities and relationships,

Xia Weichan and Zhou Mu are very close brothers.

Therefore, this was the first time he personally arranged his own funeral, rather than attending as a guest.

It's an immersive experience, a preview of what it feels like to die.

Ah... damn it,

It's truly hilarious dark humor.

"puff..."

Xia Weichan inexplicably thought of the hellish jokes on Earth. After trying to keep a straight face for a long time at the funeral, he finally revealed a very immoral smile in front of the tombstone.

And as he saw me off, his shoulders trembling, yet a smile on his face?

Suddenly, a familiar, delicate fragrance wafted through the air. Then, without warning, slender white arms, seemingly surrounded by pure white flowers, entered Xia Weichan's field of vision.

next moment,

A white flower, held delicately by slender fingers, was gently placed on a cluster of stacked flowers.

Standing quietly,

At the same time, a light yet regretful voice reached my ears.

"People can laugh when they're under extreme emotional stress... Mr. Xia, you must be feeling extremely sad right now, right?"