SGWL Chapter 86

Xie Mu is dead.

He jumped from a building over twenty stories high.

And it’s been less than half a day since those negative news reports came out.

People who were previously engaged in heated arguments online stopped and seemed bewildered.

How could Xie Mu be dead?

This photo was only released a short time ago.

He had just won the Best Actor award, and he was barely twenty years old.

At such a young age, did he really choose to end his life just because of these manipulated photos?

The company had no public relations team on this, fans were in a panic, antis were jumping up and down, and bystanders looked confused.

They were all speculating whether this news was true or false, and if it was true, why Xie Mu chose to commit suicide.

Fans still refused to believe it. They firmly believed that this was just fake news created by unscrupulous media for attention.

How could their Mu Mu be dead?

Even if his reputation is ruined, so what? He’s not short of money. Even if he quits the entertainment industry and lives abroad, never returning to his home country, that would be fine.

But even if one doesn’t want to believe it, there’s concrete evidence confirming Xie Mu’s death that has spread.

He committed suicide on the rooftop of a hotel. Two unidentified friends discovered his disappearance and traced him to the rooftop following surveillance footage.

Before the police arrived, someone took a photo.

Their Mu Mu really chose death.

【Why did you choose to die? Those were just some photos, we didn’t care about them, we really didn’t. You’ll always be our best Mu Mu in our hearts. You’re still so young. You once said that if you could, you wanted to go back to school, travel to different countries, and grow old slowly with the one you love the most… Xie Mu, you misspoke.】

Underneath this comment, there were countless replies. After accepting the reality, the fans cried together in sorrow.

He had once lived, smelled the fragrance of flowers, smiled, been liked, and been disliked by others.

But now, he is dead.

In the cold morgue, Rong Jing sat numbly, his hand tightly holding the cold hand of the young man.

“I’m sorry…”

His lips, purple from the cold, slowly exhaled a breath. “Were you scared before you left?”

“I didn’t ignore your calls on purpose. If I had answered, I would have handled it. I would have told the whole world that we were lovers, that we would get married, that we would always be together…”

Rong Jing’s voice choked up. He struggled to force a smile, but he couldn’t hide the dead silence in his eyes. “I was just… afraid, afraid of the unknown future. I’ve adjusted now, really. If… if…”

He couldn’t finish the sentence.

He knew there were no “ifs.”

“I love you.” ¹ This is the first time he uses the character “我愛你” i.e. I love you (it means love but rarely used)…up until now he would always uses “喜歡的……”, it means ‘like’ but taking the place of love in a relatively emotionally repressed society.

“Truly… I love you…”

***

It was me who forced him to jump.”

On camera, Wen Mingquan, handcuffed, looked numb. His once handsome face now appeared haggard. Facing the microphone handed to him, without evading it, his hoarse voice muttered, “I liked him. He didn’t accept me. That photo, I forged it.”

“He didn’t want to die.”

“I pushed him.”

As Wen Mingquan spoke, he chuckled infatuatedly, crying while laughing. “I pushed him, I pushed him…”

Time and time again, he pushed Xiao Mu away.

Time and time again, he forced him into a corner.

He would spend the rest of his life in prison.

A lifetime carrying the burden of killing Xie Mu.

A reporter asked: Do you regret it?

Wen Mingquan’s face turned pale, he shed tears in a daze, and said softly: “I regret it.”

Everyone was shocked to learn that Wen Mingquan, who once pursued love but ended up committing murder, had framed and killed Xie Mu. No one noticed that the former playboy Rong Jing had silently disappeared from everyone’s view.

When he reappeared, despite still being young, his face was weathered with wrinkles.

He carried an urn of ashes and traveled to every country.

At each place, he scattered some ashes.

When only a small amount of ashes remained, Rong Jing brought them back to his home country.

He went to the psychiatric hospital where a man lived.

He person wore white clothes and had a pale complexion.

Living in a room full of mirrors.

When Rong Jing arrived, the person was standing in front of the mirror, eagerly looking at their reflection.

The person in the mirror gave a shy smile and said, “Yu Xiu ge, I like you.”

The person outside the mirror smiled happily.

“Xiao Mu, I like you too.”

It repeated endlessly, until they slept.

The man stood by the window, looking at the person in the mirror.

His features were delicate, smiling just like in his memories.

But in the end, he smiled bitterly.

“You’re not him.”

This was the last image Rong Jing left for the world.

All they knew was that in the cemetery to the west, there was an additional tombstone.

****

Watching Rong Jing take his last breath, Xie Mu said with satisfaction, “Baby,let’s jump to the next world.”

Opening his eyes again, the room was filled with the rich aroma of chicken soup. Xie Mu slowly sat up on the cold ground and touched his stomach. He was hungry.

Alright, this time he was a wife.

En, a docile one.

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  This is the first time he uses the character “我愛你” i.e. I love you (it means love but rarely used)…up until now he would always uses “喜歡的……”, it means ‘like’ but taking the place of love in a relatively emotionally repressed society.