Ghost Exorciser: Is Loved By All-Chapter 787: Prime Suspect

The cemetery was quiet, save for the soft rustling of wind brushing over the tombstones and the occasional chirp of birds that sounded too cheerful for such a somber place.

Sheng Yin sat in front of Yu Shuchang’s grave every day.

Rain or sun.

She never missed it.

She didn’t cry anymore. Her eyes were always red, but the tears had long run dry. She just sat there, sometimes for hours, whispering the same words over and over.

"I’m sorry... I’m sorry I didn’t leave when you told me to. I should have run. You shouldn’t have gone back for me..."

She traced his name on the tombstone with trembling fingers. "It should have been me."

The cold wind blew her hair across her face. She didn’t move it away.

Behind her, footsteps echoed lightly. Susan stood there, leaning on a crutch, her face pale but her eyes burning with bitterness.

"He died because of you."

Sheng Yin didn’t turn.

Susan limped closer. "You were supposed to run. He told you to run. But you didn’t. You stayed. And he died."

Sheng Yin said nothing.

"Why didn’t you just listen? If you hadn’t—if you had just run—he would’ve made it out. He would’ve saved me."

Susan’s voice cracked. "I loved him, too."

Sheng Yin finally looked up at her, eyes dull and lifeless.

"I know," she said quietly. "And I’m sorry."

Susan clenched her fists around the handle of her crutch. Her lips trembled, but she turned and walked away, her limp more pronounced than before.

After she left, Yu Holea arrived.

She knelt beside her brother’s grave, placing a fresh bouquet of white lilies.

"You always liked these," she whispered. Her voice broke as she turned to Sheng Yin. "He made his choice, Sheng Yin. Don’t blame yourself."

Sheng Yin didn’t respond.

Yu Holea reached out and held her cold hand. "He loved you. He didn’t save you because you asked him to. He did it because he wanted to."

Tears streamed down Yu Holea’s cheeks.

"Please... please stop punishing yourself. I lost a brother. I don’t want to lose you, too."

The present Yu Shuchang shouted,

"Lea, don’t cry! Please!"

Seeing Yu Holea cry made Sheng Yin’s heart twist painfully.

She didn’t say a word.

That night, the city slept under a blanket of fog. Sheng Yin stood alone at the rooftop of a tall building, the wind tugging at her coat, her eyes staring down into the endless dark below.

"I’m sorry, Shuchang," she whispered, her voice barely carried by the wind. "I tried to keep living. But it hurts too much."

Down below, invisible to her, the present Yu Shuchang stood, watching, screaming.

"No! Don’t do it! Sheng Yin—please!"

But she couldn’t hear him.

He ran to her, reaching out—but his hands passed right through her.

"Don’t leave me! Please! I’m here—I’m right here!"

She took a step forward.

"No!" Yu Shuchang cried, falling to his knees. "Please don’t..."

And then—she was gone.

He screamed her name into the silent night.

............................

Yu Shuchang woke with a sharp gasp, his chest heaving as though he’d just run a marathon.

His shirt clung to his skin, soaked in sweat, and his hands trembled as they gripped the bedsheet.

"Shuchang?"

A soft voice broke through the haze of panic.

He turned his head, and there she was.

Sheng Yin.

Alive. Whole. Beautiful.

Her hair was slightly messy, and her eyes were filled with concern. She was wrapped in a silk robe, sitting upright beside him in bed—the same bed they’d shared just last night, after their wedding.

"Are you okay?" she asked softly, reaching out to touch his cheek. "You were sweating... did you have a nightmare?"

He didn’t answer right away. His chest ached, and it wasn’t from the dream—it was from the flood of emotions rushing in now that he realized it was a dream.

No. Not a dream. A memory.

His past life.

And in that life... he had lost her.

He reached for her suddenly, pulling her into his arms so tightly it made her gasp.

"Shuchang...?" she whispered, caught off guard.

He held her like she might disappear. Like she might fall away from him again at any second.

"Why?" he asked quietly, voice thick with emotion.

Sheng Yin blinked. "Why what?"

"Why?" he said again, this time louder. His voice cracked.

She leaned back slightly to look at him. "What are you talking about?"

His hands trembled as they cupped her face.

"Why did you jump?"

Sheng Yin froze. Her eyes widened.

The silence was heavy, suffocating.

"You... you remember?" she finally asked, voice shaking.

He nodded slowly.

"I saw everything. The earthquake. The grave. You... standing on the rooftop..." His voice broke again.

"And I couldn’t stop you. I tried. I screamed. But I couldn’t reach you..."

Sheng Yin bit her lower lip hard, tears gathering in her eyes.

"I—I didn’t want to," she whispered. "Not really. But I couldn’t live with the guilt... knowing that you died because of me."

"You didn’t kill me," he said, shaking his head.

"But I did," she insisted. "I stayed when you told me to go. If I had just listened, you would’ve lived. And I..." Her voice cracked.

"I couldn’t take knowing I would never see you again. I didn’t want to keep waking up in a world without you."

Tears rolled silently down her cheeks. Cold. Honest.

Yu Shuchang reached up and wiped them gently with his thumbs.

He kissed her forehead, his touch soft but full of ache.

"Thank god...we ended up together in this life..."

Sheng Yin paused and asked cautiously,

"Shuchang...if you saw your past life...have you realised now that you love Susan?"

Yu Shuchang stared at her, stunned.

"Sheng Yin..." he said softly.

She was trembling. Her lips were slightly parted, her eyes wide with fear, but not for herself. For him. For what she thought he might say.

And that broke him a little more inside.

"I don’t love Susan," he said at once. "I never did."

Sheng Yin didn’t look convinced. Her shoulders were tense, her breath uneven.

Yu Shuchang took her hand, holding it tightly between his own.

"I need to tell you everything," he said. "All of it."

She nodded slowly, bracing herself.

"It started that day—outside your vanity van," he began. "I saw Qi Bailu. He was standing there, and..."

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"I didn’t mean it like that—" she started.

"I know," he said gently. "Now I know. But back then, I didn’t. I thought Qi Bailu was your white moonlight—someone you’d always carry in your heart, even if you couldn’t be with him."

He let out a shaky breath.

"And then Susan showed me your chat with Qi Bailu. She said you’d bought chocolates and flowers to send to Qi Bailu. But he rejected them, so you sent them to me instead."

"What?" Sheng Yin’s voice was sharp now. "That’s not true!"

"I know that now," Yu Shuchang said again.

"But at the time... I was already feeling like second best. It messed with my head. I felt bitter. Jealous. Angry."

He looked down.

"I went to a bar to drink it all away. Susan showed up, said she understood me. That she could make me feel better.

I didn’t want anything to do with her, but I was drunk. I passed out after one glass. When I woke up..." His voice cracked. "She was next to me. And she said we slept together."

Sheng Yin’s face turned pale.

"Did you two..."

"No." Yu Shuchang shook his head, "We didn’t do anything. She did send you photos of us being together, but...that was it."

Sheng Yin’s eyes blazed with fury.

"She lied," she growled.

Yu Shuchang nodded.

"A few weeks later, she told me she was pregnant. And I had to take responsibility. But I gave her two options that either she has to abort or I will sue her for r*pe, or she can give birth to the kid, and I will find him adoptive parents, and she will end up in jail."

"She tried to baby-trap you?" Sheng Yin’s whole body was shaking now, but with rage. "That manipulative snake—!"

She started to get out of bed, her face full of fury.

"Where are you going?" he asked, alarmed.

"To find her," Sheng Yin snapped. "I’m going to smash her face in."

Yu Shuchang grabbed her wrist.

"Yinyin—wait. Please."

She stopped, breathing hard, but didn’t sit down.

"I can’t believe she twisted everything. Lied to both of us. Used your pain like that..." Sheng Yin’s voice trembled now with more than anger. There was hurt in it, too.

Yu Shuchang stood and pulled her into his arms again.

"But the main problem lies with us. We didn’t communicate properly...and ended up missing each other. Heck, we might have missed each other in this life, too..."

’I can’t let her deal with Susan right now. I will get Susan killed, if she gets involved with Susan, then she would become the prime suspect.’

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