Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 255: Why We Can’t See Your Love

Villa.

At this moment, the house had burned down to just an empty shell.

After the firefighters extinguished the fire, the garden was flooded.

The muddy water flowed, everything charred black, all turning to nothing in this moment.

Chen Jin said carefully, "Miss Lin set up a delayed device with a candle in the kitchen. By the time someone discovered it, it was too late."

Gong Chen stood expressionless in front of the house, letting the cold wind mess up his hair and wrinkle the ice-cold spring in his eyes.

In the thick smoke, he seemed to see a big and a small figure standing under the charred beams.

He reached out, wanting to grab them, but the voice of Lin Zhiyi came to his ears.

"Gong Chen, I hate you."

"The day I moved in, I already set fire to this place."

Lin Zhiyi did it.

Burned everything in this house clean.

Along with those few days of sweet dreams.

Suddenly, Gong Chen thought of something and turned around, rushing to the vegetable garden regardless of the muddy ground.

The land, washed by water hoses, revealed the seeds planted a few days ago.

Gong Chen squatted down, grabbed a handful of mud, and picked out the seeds inside.

With a gentle squeeze, they all turned to mush.

He lowered his head, clenched his fists tightly, "Ripe."

*There was essentially no spring.*

*Lin Zhiyi didn’t even want to leave tomorrow for him.*

*She truly hated him, destroyed everything, then committed suicide.*

*Now, she had forgotten everything again.*

Gong Chen’s face turned pale inch by inch, a touch of blood-red spreading over his lips, and suddenly, he collapsed.

A large patch of blood had long seeped from the wound on his waist.

"Third Young Master!"

...

The city lights lit up, fireworks illuminating the night sky of New Year’s Day.

In stark contrast, the dim hospital room had the vivid scene outside depicting the silhouette of a man.

Shirtless, bandages wrapped around his waist, standing straight yet lonely.

The light of fire flickered between his fingers, a thin veil of mist covering the man’s cold, pale face, his pupils reflecting no light at all.

When a cigarette burned to its end, he pinched it into the ashtray on the windowsill.

It was already piled high with cigarette butts inside.

The man ignored it, took out another cigarette, and prepared to light it.

Behind him, the door opened.

Li Huan coughed twice from the smoke, and seeing Gong Chen still smoking, hurriedly stepped forward to snatch the cigarette away.

"Still smoking? Do you not want your own body?"

Gong Chen ignored him, took out another cigarette, but didn’t light it, just played with it between his fingers.

At this moment, Chen Jin knocked and entered.

"Third Young Master, the brain specialist from abroad has been arranged, the earliest flight is tomorrow morning."

"Mm."

Gong Chen lowered his eyes, lit the lighter, preparing to light the cigarette.

Li Huan gasped, stepped forward and slapped away the lighter, "What do you mean by this?"

Gong Chen held the cigarette, speaking coldly, "She will remember soon enough."

Upon hearing this, Li Huan tightened the medical chart in his hands, his face tense.

"Remember what? Remember how she reached the point of suicide? Can you really not see it? Or do you choose to ignore it?"

"You’re so smart, did you really not notice her self-harming?"

"Were the scratch marks on her body allergies? Were her hands red and swollen from washing because she was a neat freak?"

"With every contact you made, her guilt towards Miss Sang deepened, and her self-harm worsened."

"That pearl necklace, she would rather scratch her skin raw to take it off and give, no, return it to Miss Sang, didn’t you notice?"

"You always thought you could protect her. She did survive, but her heart died."

"Gong Chen, I know you have a lot of responsibilities and many pros and cons to weigh, but she was just an ordinary woman."

"So many people accused her, hurt her, even Sang Li, whom she just met, could stand up for her, but you couldn’t protect her blatantly!"

"Because of your status, your family doesn’t allow it, and your forthcoming marriage doesn’t allow it... There are so many reasons."

"But have you ever thought that she was actually always waiting for you to truly choose her?"

"Otherwise, why wouldn’t she post your couple photo online to ruin everything? She protected the dignity of you and Miss Sang."

"So, let her go."

The room fell into endless silence.

Gong Chen stepped back, almost blending into the darkness of the room, motionless as if suppressing something.

In places others couldn’t see, the corners of his eyes grew a faint red, his dark, cold eyes shimmering with layers of light in the darkness.

"Why let go?"

"I only want one person!"

"Why can’t I?"

Li Huan noticed something wrong with Gong Chen, and just as he was about to step forward to check, he was nearly hit by the swinging fist.

He quickly grabbed Gong Chen’s hand and looked at Chen Jin, "Assistant Chen, grab him! Don’t let his wound tear open again!"

Chen Jin restrained him from behind, while Li Huan administered a sedative injection.

A moment later, Gong Chen collapsed.

Chen Jin helped him lie down, looking at Li Huan with reluctance in his heart, "Is there really no other way?"

Li Huan shook his head.

*If this continued, both of them would suffer.*

Chen Jin furrowed his brows, "But he is living a life out of his control."

Li Huan sighed, "Let him sleep well for a while."

The two left the ward.

In his dream, Gong Chen’s body kept falling, until a burnt smell reached his nostrils.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and what came into view was the villa engulfed in flames.

This time, he saw clearly the woman in the fire.

Lin Zhiyi.

She was holding a pink... urn in her arms.

The fire grew larger, even burning her skirt, yet she remained unmoved.

"Lin Zhiyi! Move! Move!"

Gong Chen shouted, struggling to run towards the flames.

The house seemed so close, yet completely unreachable.

Lin Zhiyi suddenly looked up at him, her eyes void of light, filled with desolation.

"Gong Chen, I hate you."

These words were finally swallowed up beneath the collapsing beams.

"No! Lin Zhiyi!"

His face reflected the firelight, fighting desperately to get in, but he couldn’t reach.

Then, a small hand held onto him.

The little girl looked up at him, then silently watched the fire.

"Dad, I don’t blame you anymore, but I can’t forgive you either."

"I just wanted to protect you both."

Gong Chen blurted out, not even knowing why he said it.

The little girl tightened her grip on his hand, her figure somewhat ethereal under the firelight.

She said sadly, "But the one who hurt us was you."

"Why can’t we be together as a family of three openly and honestly?"

"Why must loving her mean breaking her wings?"

"Why can’t we... see your love?"

Gong Chen hesitated, the blood in his chest boiling over.

The surrounding firelight dissipated, fine rain dripped down, the little girl becoming more blurred in the rain and smoke. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

She released Gong Chen’s hand and took two steps forward.

Ahead, a haggard man knelt facing away from Gong Chen.

Gong Chen’s body moved uncontrollably closer.

When he regained his senses, he found himself becoming that kneeling man.

Raindrops dripped down his hair onto the white flowers in front of him.

"Dad, congratulations, your plan succeeded, all the bad guys have been punished."

"But Dad... Mom and I died too."

Gong Chen slowly raised his eyes, seeing clearly what was in front of him, his body instantly torn apart, a pair of hands crushing his heart.

In front of him were two small tombstones.

The tomb of beloved wife Lin Zhiyi.

The tomb of beloved daughter Gong Xing.