The engagement was with the younger brother, but I've fallen for the older brother.

On the night of Si Yimian and He Sichen's wedding, He Nanxian's lights stayed on all night.

He Nanxian sat on the living room floor, leaning against the sofa, with four empty wine bottles lying haphazardly around him.

Alcohol never works on him; the more he drinks, the more sober he becomes.

He was so clear-headed that he could arrange every mistake he had made in his life on a timeline and play it on a loop, frame by frame.

As the sky outside the window began to lighten, he stood up, went to the bathroom to wash his face, and changed into clean clothes.

Then I sat down at my desk and spread out a sheet of paper.

The pen hovered for five minutes, and in the end, it only wrote one line.

"No need to investigate, it was suicide."

He had nothing to explain.

The person who needed to handle it has already done so.

There is one person left.

He is the one who should least be forgiven, so he has to pay the price.

The price, however, must be just as heavy as that of Si Ningyou.

He pressed the paper under the lamp, got up, opened the French windows, and went out onto the balcony.

At five in the morning, the city was still dark, the streetlights were still on, and the whole city was vaguely floating in a gray-blue light.

What's more painful than the death of a loved one is having them still alive, but your soul no longer belongs to them.

He didn't know if one day she would suddenly come back, back into her own body.

So all we can do is wait.

But what if she never comes back?

Time is a torture device, and waiting is the punishment.

Death has at least a time limit, but waiting never ends.

Even if she comes back, he won't be able to face her.

He couldn't wait any longer if she didn't come back.

Both roads are blocked; the only exit is right beneath our feet.

He Nanxian flipped over the railing swiftly and without the slightest hesitation.

In the last second before the fall, I realized that when death comes, there is no replay in my mind; my mind is completely blank.

Just like the eight years he owed her, it was all emptiness.

……

After Si Yimian helped her eliminate all her obsessions, the original owner chose to disappear completely from that world.

She thought she would be reincarnated, but when she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a hospital room.

She moved her hand, and her palm touched the soft silk bed sheet.

"Mianmian's awake! Quick, call the doctor!"

A woman's voice suddenly came from beside my ear.

Si Yimian turned her head and saw a woman wearing a Chanel jacket sitting by the bed.

"Baby, you're finally awake! You scared Mommy to death, you know!"

The woman hugged her tightly, her hair brushing against her face.

Si Yimian froze.

She had lived for twenty-three years, and no one had ever hugged her with such care and concern.

"Let Mom see, let Mom see."

The woman cupped her face, looking at it from left to right; her eyes were incredibly red, and the tip of her nose was also red.

"Do you know you've been in a coma for five whole days? The doctor said if you had continued sleeping, you might have become a vegetable."

As she spoke, tears began to fall again, dripping onto Si Yimian's hand and burning her knuckles.

"Give the child a breather."

The man next to him spoke up.

He reached out and touched her forehead; his palm was dry and warm.

"Mianmian, does your head still hurt? Do you remember Daddy?"

Si Yimian looked at him, and her eyes suddenly stung with tears.

Her father would never speak to her in that tone.

When Si Congshan looked at her, there was always something between his eyes, as if he were looking at an old debt that he owed but didn't know how to repay.

But the man in front of me only had worry in his eyes.

"You were unconscious for five days."

The man tucked her hand back under the covers and then tucked the blanket in a little more.

"The doctor said the location of the intracranial hemorrhage is difficult to operate on, so conservative treatment is the only option."

"Your mother hasn't left the hospital for the past four days."

"You yourself never left."

The woman muttered something to herself and blew her nose.

Si Yimian didn't know what to say.

In fact, she doesn't even know who she is now.

That evening, Mom was dragged back to rest by Dad, and the ward became quiet.

Her phone was on the bedside table, and she spent a long time looking through it after unlocking it.

She absorbed the shape of this world little by little.

This world has no Si family mansion, no He family, no marriage contract, and no Si Ningyou.

She lives in a city called Shanghai, in a penthouse duplex in Tomson Riviera, where she can see the bend in the Huangpu River from her balcony.

Her father started his business in private equity, and her mother was a professor at an art academy. There were no adopted daughters in the family, no favoritism, and no one needed her to give way to anyone.

This girl's life is bright and wonderful.

Spoiled by her parents and teased by her friends, even the strands of her hair exude a confidence that comes from being well-cared for.

Then she opened the notes app.

The latest entry was written on the day of the car accident.

"We have to get that pink diamond at the auction tomorrow. Dad said he'll give me anything I want, hehe."

"Oh right, that new anime on Bilibili is updating next week, I'll mark it down."

"My mom keeps nagging me to date lately. I told her I'm waiting for a handsome guy with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a quiet, ruthless personality. Hmph, she said I'm dreaming."

As Si Yimian looked at these words, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

This girl, who shares the same name as herself, even writes her memos in a way that sounds like she's being affectionate.

She held her phone, staring at the memo that would never be updated again, her lips moving for a long time.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..."

"You have such a wonderful life, and now I've taken it all."

"I don't know why this happened... but I promise you, I will live well."

"I will be good to your parents."

"Take care of yourself over there, and please be happy."