Chapter 1073  : Ending (3)

“Jiayan, did you know? Death is the only choice I have now.

“Only my dying will make the photographs that the Lins have worthless. It’s the only way I will not become the destroyer of your marriage. It’s the only way our child will not be constantly subjected to the threat of death. It’s the only way that I can accompany our child forever.”

The diary slipped through Qin Jiayan’s fingers, and he pressed his head against the headboard to force himself to hold back the stinging sensation in his eyes.

He sat in silence for a long while before he suddenly slipped out of his sheet, put on his shoes, and went downstairs. Without any warning, he announced to Mother Qin and Qin Zhi’ai, “I can’t get married.”magic

I can’t get married. If I hadn’t learned the truth, I might be able to get through life with Xia Yi, but now that I know, how could I marry another girl?

Mother Qin strongly reacted. “Why? The engagement banquet is the day after tomorrow, and we’ve already prepared everything!”Even though Su Qing was the foolish type, she was also the smart type. As a smart woman, she had managed to protect both of us no how reluctant she was to part with me.

…

Three years after Xia Yi broke off her engagement with Qin Jiayan, he returned home from a business trip to endlessly drizzling rain on Chinese Tomb Sweeping Day.

Instead of heading home, he drove directly to a florist to pick up a huge bouquet he had ordered and then went to the cemetery.

He stood before Su Qing’s grave for a very long time and said many things to her from his heart. When he was done, he bent down to place the bouquet on her grave before he turned and left.

He got back into his car and steered back to the city.

At red lights, Qin Jiayan gazed at the thick rain through the windshield and, indistinctly, he could see the Su Qing he knew more than 10 years ago. She smiled at him, enhancing how pretty she was, and she was radiant with youth…

…

In a small town in Jiangnan, a two-year-old boy was holding onto a balloon as he tottered over to a woman who was squatting by the river and washing her laundry.

“Mommy, mommy…”

When the woman heard him, she turned her head and said in a gentle voice, “Be careful. It’s slippery. Don’t fall…”

The little boy ran over to her with his back facing toward sun. When the woman turned her head to look at him, the light shined into her face, illuminating her features. Her face looked identical to the face Qin Jiayan saw as he drove his car through the outskirts of Beijing.