Xiao Mu was almost unable to say it. “You failed her for so many years. After her death, are you going to continue to fail her?”
This sentence finally struck He Poan in the heart.
Xiao Mu looked at him in astonishment.
He Poan’s blank eyes burst into tears. He bent over and began to cry with heart-wrenching sobs.
He hadn’t spoken, eaten, or drunk anything for a long time after Bai Weiwei’s death. This was the first sound He Poan had made since then.
This cry, completely unrecognizable, was full of pain and loss of love.
And then he started getting back to normal.
He began to work hard to become a man who would not fail her.
This was the past seven years.
After filming, He Poan was returning late at night to his apartment.
The apartment was dark and empty. His heart was as deep as an abyss, empty and dazed.
He opened the wine cabinet, pulled out a bottle, and began to drink.
Outside the window, lights were shining.
He stood next to the window, alone.
He Poan drank too much wine, and his stomach started aching again.
He leaned against the wall, holding the bottle and drunkenly hugging his stomach.
Suddenly, he seemed to remember something. His eyes lit up as he eagerly took out his phone and typed in the familiar number.
The phone connected.
He Poan said, sounding wronged, “Weiwei, my stomach hurts.”
There was a moment of silence.
He Poan, afraid she wouldn’t believe him, stressed: “It really hurts, and I can’t find the medicine. Can you help me find it?”
On the other side of the phone, Xiao Mu’s voice came. “An Ge, are you drunk?”
Bai Weiwei’s number had been bought and kept by Xiao Mu, so that it wasn’t a blank number.
He Poan knew this, but occasionally while he was drunk, he would call Bai Weiwei’s number.
He Poan as stunned when he heard Xiao Mu’s voice, and he became quiet. “I’m fine. You go rest.”
When he was done, he hung up.
Then, he reached up and rubbed his face hard, shaking.
“Weiwei, I’m hurting. Why don’t you come and cheer me up?”
It was said that the dead would come back on the day of their death.
Today was her death anniversary. If she really did come back and saw him like this, she would be really upset.
And then she would show up and hug him.
He had waited so long, but she never came back.
He was tired.
1 year later.
Xiao Mu placed a bouquet of flowers in front of Bai Weiwei and He Poan’s grave.
“An Ge, like it said in your will, I placed your ashes next to Bai Weiwei’s. Your property was donated as you wished.”
He Poan’s had advanced stomach cancer, but didn’t treat it.
There was no fear of death. In fact, He Poan was very happy that he could finally die.
Xiao Mu looked at the pictures above their gravestones.
Unlike other people, there was a photo.
This photo was taken by the reporters when they watched a movie all those years ago. Bai Weiwei was holding hands with him and walking across the street.
At that time, they had been very glamorous.
He was looking at her with deep eyes, and she was smiling sweetly.
Even in death, they were the best couple.
Xiao Mu still remembered that when he got this photo, he signed 100 photos for the reporter’s sister.
Looking at the photo, Xiao Mu said: “An Ge, you’ll find Weiwei Jie. I wish you happiness.”
【Obtained affection points. Please choose your wish.】
Bai Weiwei heard the familiar reminder and said: “Life.”
【Life extended by 15 days. Does the host want to wake up immediately?】
Piper’s corner: Crying yet?.. Again?