After the young master was reborn, he was waiting to die

Fu Jincheng didn't know how he floated back to the basement from Gu's father's office.

But after he came back to his senses, he looked at the boy who should have woken up when he left, and who had moved from the corner to the bed, and was now curled up in a ball uncomfortably even in his sleep.

My heart felt like it was being stabbed back and forth by a blunt knife, and the pain was so severe that I couldn't breathe.

The blade cut through the heart and went all the way up.

It’s just that the soul’s brain also feels waves of pain.

Pain makes the mind clear.

Fu Jincheng knelt beside the bed, slightly bent his index finger, and lightly stroked the side of Wen Yinuo's face.

He lost control of his strength for a moment, and his translucent fingertips pierced through the boy's pale cheek.

He tried to pretend that nothing had happened, that he was still alive, and that he would find Wen Yinuo and take him home to hide from the truth for a few minutes, but the truth was broken at this moment.

Fu Jincheng's eyes were dry, but he couldn't cry and could only whimper in pain.

The wandering soul's thoughts drift far away, thinking about the past when they were still together.

Even if you think back to the beginning, when Wen Yinuo was first brought home by Wen Jian, he was not as lifeless and decadent as he is now, looking like he could die at any time.

At that time, although Wen Yinuo was still timid, he was full of curiosity about the world.

Whatever he saw, he would cautiously explore it.

Later, they gradually became familiar with each other, and Wen Yinuo's personality became more and more cheerful.

All in all, we have been apart for less than four years.

How come his little treasure has become like this in just four years?

Fu Jincheng, who had never regretted sacrificing his freedom in exchange for the safety of his mother and brother in the past few years, now regretted it to the point of heartbreak.

If he had not agreed to the Fu family and followed them, but went home and told Wen Jian the truth, would his mother not have died? His brother would definitely not have become what he is now.

——This is what Fu Jincheng thought.

While blaming himself, he, who knew the Fu family well, also realized very clearly that if he had not gone with the Fu family in the first place.

No one in their family of three could survive.

But if he left, his mother and brother would not have a good ending.

After many twists and turns, Fu Jincheng was shocked to find that this deadlock could not be solved at all, and he was grief-stricken and desperate.

There are so many people in this world, many of them are evil, and there are also many who live well and enjoy glory after doing evil.

Why is it that their family – never hurt anyone, instead provided help to those in need.

But none of them can have a happy ending?!

Even if he wasn't counted, he didn't deserve it as someone whose hands were stained with blood after being found by the Fu family.

What about Wen Jian and Wen Yinuo, his mother and brother?

Isn't it always said that good deeds will be rewarded and evil deeds will be punished? His mother and brother, such good people, didn't have a happy ending?!

Wen Yinuo, who was trapped in a nightmare, didn't know that his long-cherished brother was right beside him, watching over him.

Over and over again, he watched with his own eyes Wen Jian and Wen Cheng, with their backs to him, walking away step by step, towards the cliff.

He watched his mother and brother standing on the edge of the cliff turn around and look at him tenderly and lovingly.

Wen Yinuo shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Mom! Brother! Don't go! Don't leave me alone!"

But how could I get an answer in my dream?

Wen Yinuo could only watch as his two closest relatives approached the cliff little by little and fell backwards.

"Mom!" Wen Yinuo called Wen Jian and suddenly opened his eyes.

The boy raised his hand and gently touched his face.

It's moist.

"Mom." Wen Yinuo hugged his legs, rested his head on his knees, and murmured softly, "Why don't you take me with you."

There was nothing in the vast darkness.

Wen Yinuo blinked and looked at the small window near the ceiling.

He didn't know that as his eyes fell on the window, they accurately passed through the soul of Fu Jincheng who was standing in front of the window.

After staring for a long while, the boy's eyelashes trembled violently twice, a tear fell from his left eye unconsciously, his lips twitched violently, but in the end he just let out a long sigh, lay down again, and pulled the quilt to cover his head.

He was dreaming and possessed. He actually looked at the window and had the illusion that Wen Jian was right in front of him.

Fu Jincheng, who was unable to do anything, stood blankly in front of Wen Yinuo, watching the boy wake up from a nightmare, his empty eyes fixed on the small window, tears streaming down his face sadly.

Fu Jincheng hated his own powerlessness.

But I can only hate it and can't do anything.

After waiting until Wen Yinuo woke up and fell asleep again, Fu Jincheng left the basement again.

This time, his purpose was very clear, and he floated straight into the Gu family's study.

There was no one in the study, but there were still scattered documents on the desk.

Fu Jincheng didn't have the energy to guess why Gu's father didn't put away the documents on the desk.

He drifted over to the desk and carefully committed every word of the document to memory, word by word.

While reading the notes and analyzing, Fu Jincheng went from initial speculation to being 100% certain later that the car accident that led to his death was definitely not an accident.

But now even if we know it was not an accident, what can we do?

He couldn't get too far away from Wen Yinuo, nor could he touch anything solid.

Even though he knew who killed him and who had been bullying Wen Yinuo, he could not do anything.

After leaving the study, Fu Jincheng floated to other rooms in the Gu family.

After walking as far as he could, and memorizing all the information he could gather, Fu Jincheng returned to the basement.

Unable to do anything, he followed Wen Yinuo closely during the day, enduring the heartache and engraving the appearance of every person who bullied Wen Yinuo firmly in his mind.

He knew that it was useless for him to deal with those people now.

But what if?

Even after his death, he still has a soul, which follows Wen Yinuo in the form of a soul.

What if I'm lucky enough to come back to life?