My childhood friend used to be a gifted young artist until he fell in love with the most beautiful girl on campus. I told his parents about it, and he was forced to study abroad. Eventually, he took control of the family business, and I became one of his employees. Following his orders, my boss drugged my drink and sent me to the room of a business associate. I was subjected to humiliation and torture until I died.I woke up again, realizing that I had been transported back in time to a point before all of these events had occurred.
View MoreWhile I was actively preparing for my wedding, my mom told me that Nash had committed suicide. He died on Thanksgiving night. His parents' cries were deafening. My dad quickly put on his clothes and rushed over, fearing that the two elderly people would have problems, as there was no one to take care of them at home. There was a suicide note on Nash's table, which read: "If I could start over, things would be better."I didn't care if Nash had a second chance at life. What I knew was that such a selfish person, no matter how many times they started anew, would never attain a perfect life. Life inherently carries regrets, but he consistently placed blame on others for all his mistakes. Such an individual was destined not to find happiness.Not long after, his parents moved out of the house next door to mine. Their large mansion was completely empty.My wedding was held on Christmas Day as planned. On that day, I met Steve. I invited everyone I knew from my school days to attend my we
I turned around, following his pointing finger, and saw a man in a white shirt standing not far away. He had an apron tied around his waist, and his once handsome face now bore a light stubble. It had been several years, and he had aged considerably, looking less like a man approaching his thirties and more like a middle-aged person whose edges had been smoothed by life.When Nash noticed me, he clearly froze in his tracks. I knew he had recognized me. He approached; his steps somewhat unsteady. Steve whispered to me that it was due to the aftereffects of a car accident he had been in, where he didn't receive timely treatment.He greeted Steve naturally, then turned to me. "Wendy, it's been a long time."I nodded slightly and smiled softly. "Long time no see, Nash.""You've changed a lot. I almost didn't recognize you."I knew he was just being polite. The video of Steve confessing to me had gone viral that day, and it was all over the internet. Anyone who went online would ha
Unexpectedly, this former teacher turned current live streamer became extremely popular in no time.He said, "Leaving the countryside, departing from our hometown, relocating to the city for the sake of livelihood, education, healthcare, or many other reasons. However, the painful realization is that, the city often can't accommodate our souls, and the countryside can't accommodate our physical bodies. Eventually, we came to realize that we couldn't return to our hometowns, nor could we reach distant places."He didn't mention the elderly man's oranges explicitly, but the order volume for his oranges increased rapidly.Netizens said they weren't buying the oranges he recommended; they were buying the longing for their hometown.Finally, I understood why Steve had recommended him to me. This was the power of words.To prevent issues like delayed deliveries or less-than-fresh fruits, I arranged for company employees to stay in the elderly man's orchard to address any problems prompt
I looked at him in surprise, "Go out to play? Now?"In my heart, I felt a faint attraction to this crazy idea."Yes!" Steve put on his coat and grabbed my hand, "Right now, anywhere, anything."I followed his steps closely, quickly leaving the restaurant. It didn't feel quite real until the car was speeding on the highway. I picked up my phone and sent a message to my parents, then settled in to enjoy my journey.Late at night, we stopped at a highway rest area, and as the dawn broke, we hit the road again. I asked Steve, "Where are we going?"Steve glanced at the gas gauge, "I don't know, when the tank is empty, we'll get off the highway." When the tank was almost empty, we exited at the nearest toll booth. It was a very small county town, but the scenery was beautiful. Steve and I made a brief stop in the town, then drove into the countryside.Steve said he wanted to show me the most beautiful night sky in the world. The country roads were rough and uneven, and Steve mentioned he
That night, I finally got the full story from Sasha.It turned out that Yvonne discovered she was pregnant during a medical examination, and she initially wanted to have an abortion. However, Nash adamantly disagreed and insisted she keep the baby.In my previous life, Yvonne had died due to an improperly performed abortion in an unlicensed clinic, so Nash was determined not to let that happen again. Through persuasion and argument, Yvonne reluctantly agreed to keep the child. However, she was unsatisfied with Nash being kicked out of the house and demanded that he return to request financial support.Nash refused, so she resorted to ordering luxury goods on his family's account. When Mrs. Xander found out about this, she was so upset and heartbroken.Yvonne even insisted that Mrs. Xander and Mr. Xander arrange a wedding for her, wanting to join the Xander family with the child openly. Naturally, Mr. Xander and Mrs. Xander strongly opposed this marriage, resulting in a tense stando
A few days later, the results of the SAT were announced. The first set of scores I learned about was Nash's.Before he got together with Yvonne, he ranked in the top thirty of our grade. If he could have secured the first prize in that international competition, going to the Florence Academy of Fine Arts wouldn't have been a problem. However, now with his hand injury, he had hardly attended any classes during the entire senior year, hadn't completed a single test paper, and on top of that, he barely answered anything in the liberal arts section of the exam.His mother called my mom and wept on the phone, saying he had only scored a little over 1000 points, not even reaching 1100. Not to mention the Florence Academy of Art or the Central Academy of Fine Arts; he couldn't even qualify for an ordinary undergraduate program and would have to settle for a college diploma.Yvonne, on the other hand, had assumed that her beauty would help her pass the art exam with ease from the day she
He clenched his fist but didn't immediately erupt in anger. Yvonne, seeing this, immediately grabbed Nash's arm, her eyes filled with disdain as she scanned the classmates."I see, you're all just jealous of how handsome Nash is, even if he can't paint anymore, what does it matter? With his handsome face, he could easily enter the entertainment industry and make more money in a lifetime than you poor bookworms who can't even dream of. Well, having good grades, what does that get you?"I really didn't know whether to attribute Yvonne's behavior to naivety or ignorance. In just a few sentences, she managed to offend all the classmates."Well, then, let's see if our former genius can rise to fame!" mocked one of the boys.Yvonne completely ignored him and provocatively glanced at me. She then turned around, placing her hands on Nash's neck."Nash, kiss me."Nash reached out and gently held her shoulder, speaking to her somewhat helplessly, "Don't cause a scene, there are so many peo
Nash chose a different path for his youth in this lifetime, allowing himself to fall into decadence. However, I couldn't afford that luxury; I had to strive upward to fulfill my dreams.I glanced around, my eyes gradually adjusting to the prolonged darkness, allowing me to faintly discern the contours of the equipment room. This room had only two exits—one was the door behind me, and the other, a narrow window.As darkness descended, I couldn't afford to delay any longer. I fumbled around and found a baseball bat, using it to strike the glass window. The shattering sound was piercing, but at this hour, there was no one left on the campus to take notice.I carefully climbed up through the window frame, feeling a bit dizzy as I went. The equipment room was on the second floor, and below the window, there was nothing but a concrete floor—no grass in sight.Sitting on the windowsill, I felt on the verge of tears. If there had been a grassy area below, I might have risked jumping. I tri
I paid no attention to all of this and dedicated all my time to my studies. Whenever I encountered something I didn't understand, I would seek guidance from my teachers. My parents even hired a private tutor for me. After school each day, I focused on strengthening my weaker subjects.Following the second mock exam, my grades improved significantly, and I secured a place in the top ten students in the entire grade.My homeroom teacher called me into her office, his face filled with pride but tinged with a hint of regret as he patted my shoulder."Your friendship with Nash has always been excellent. It's a shame."Another teacher chimed in, "He's such a talented student! Yet, that Yvonne doesn't seem to study at all, and she's influencing good students."I quietly left the office, passing by the hallway where I spotted Nash and Yvonne sharing a cigarette. Yvonne exhaled a puff of orange-scented smoke in Nash's direction, kissed him, and then handed him the half-smoked cigarette.N
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