Chapter 2: Reborn
How did he answer back then? He said, “In this life, I will only love you.”
Yes, he only loved her, how could she leave him?
Yang Zihao stood blankly in the empty living room, his arms still in a hugging posture, but his embrace was empty.
The lights in the living room went out.
The person in his arms left without looking back.
“Yang Zihao, let’s… part on good terms!” The words dissipated in the wind, and Yang Zihao’s eyes widened, his emotions unreadable.
“Regarding the education of adolescents…” Standing on the lectern in the auditorium, Nie Qiu spoke into the microphone about her educational insights. She inadvertently glanced at the flickering lights and frowned. What was going on with the lighting technician today? This wasn’t a performance, it was her lecture!
“We all know that when adolescents are in their rebellious phase…”
“Zizizi, zizizi.” After a burst of electric current, the chandelier above the auditorium lecture hall suddenly emitted a burst of fire, crackling like beautiful fireworks. Nie Qiu looked up, blinded by the fireworks, and only managed to hear a shout, “Professor, be careful!” before losing consciousness.
Yang Zihao stood at the top of the auditorium’s scaffolding, dropping the pliers in his hand, and smiled as he looked at the chaos below.
Pain, this was Nie Qiu’s only feeling. Her right arm throbbed with a burning, bone-chilling pain that intensified with every breath, making Nie Qiu frown deeply. Her eyelids felt so heavy, as if glued shut, and she couldn’t open them no matter how hard she tried.
“Doctor, when will my daughter wake up?” A woman’s voice reached Nie Qiu’s ears. Her slightly hoarse voice conveyed undisguised worry.
It’s good to have parents who care. Unlike her, even now that something had happened, she could only lie in the hospital alone. Her parents had been abroad since her birth and had their own families. They only satisfied her materially but never returned to visit her. She had also grown accustomed to being alone.
No, there was also Yang Zihao. Before breaking up with Yang Zihao, she had someone who would care for her and look after her when she was sick. Why did they break up?
Thinking of the phone call she received that morning, Nie Qiu gave a helpless bitter smile in her heart. She hadn’t expected him to get married behind her back and even have a child. She was seven years older than Yang Zihao. At twenty-eight, she returned from her doctoral studies and met Yang Zihao, who was twenty-one and in university, at her alma mater. At that time, she never thought about being with this boy.
He pursued her for three years, and they were together for seven years. Ten years of knowing and accompanying each other ended in this way.
His parents couldn’t accept an old woman seven years older than him, and influenced by her parents, she also didn’t want to get married. So… she didn’t blame Yang Zihao, not at all.
As she was thinking, she heard someone, who sounded like a doctor, say, “She’s out of danger. She just needs to rest well, and she should wake up tomorrow.”
Nie Qiu was also happy for the girl who might be in the same hospital room as her, but the physical pain made her consciousness hazy, and she slowly fell asleep, not having time to wonder why she was in the same room as someone else.
The next day, Nie Qiu, regaining consciousness, felt uncomfortable and wanted to open her eyes, but she couldn’t. She wanted to raise her hand, but her hand didn’t feel like her own. No matter how many times she commanded her brain, it wouldn’t move at all. Helplessly, Nie Qiu had to calm herself down and lie still.
