After escaping once, he thought God had spared him, but when disaster struck again, he was convinced that the world was going to give him endless suffering and pain.

Once again, he found himself sitting in the hospital corridor.

Busy doctors and nurses, anxious family members waiting with a lifeless Jiang Xiaochuan.

What a harmonious picture.

He looked at the top of his head, and his vision seemed to pass through countless obstacles above his head and reach the unknown void, making him dizzy.

He had been sitting outside the rescue room all night. The same sun rose from the usual place, but he wanted to call it a new day. He wanted to call this scene “the rising sun.” He really thought it was hypocritical.

“Mayor Jiang! Mayor Jiang! Hurry -”

The passing nurse saw Jiang Xiaochuan falling to the ground and screamed. The busy medical staff immediately rushed over and rescued the suddenly fainted person, carrying him into another ward.

Just like when he came back from rebirth, he was lying on the hospital bed again, but this time he was accompanied by lengthy dreams.

Scenes of the past life flashed by like a revolving lantern. He was on the rise, high-spirited, holding great power, deep in the quagmire, making a wrong move, and his life was pulled out like a weed…

He remembered the cold iron bars after he was imprisoned, and recalled the calm moments after that. With the sinful memories, he thought of Zhang Qing, Lian Cheng, those tall sentry towers, those erected walls, those cool long sniper rifles, and that area, so blue that it looked white, as if it had been washed. The sky was like a hanging curtain…

In a trance, he saw himself wandering and struggling in prison. When the scene turned, he had already reached his lonely and desolate home. When had his home been filled with white? It was like… a mourning hall…

The person lying in front of the big word “death” was his father, but the person standing in front of the coffin was Yue Qingci. The rest of the people were blurred, and Jiang Xiaochuan couldn’t tell clearly. He was like an illusory soul, looking at the absurd scene in front of him.

Wasn’t Yue Qingci arrested? Why was he here now?

He saw Yue Qingci turn around indifferently, and as soon as he went out, handcuffs fell on his wrists. At that moment, he seemed to be able to see every subtle expression on Yue Qingci’s face, but he couldn’t feel what he was thinking at that moment…

He was just in a nightmare…

Everything was white, dead white.

The last piece of white slowly smeared with ink-like blue… melted… and became a color that Jiang Xiaochuan could not get rid of.

The color of the sky.

As soon as he opened his eyes, the world turned into blinding white.

He couldn’t tell whether this was a dream or reality. In a daze, it felt like he was in a mourning hall. The person lying there was not Jiang Encheng, but himself.

The light was dazzling, and he struggled to open his eyes for a long time before realizing there was a nurse taking care of him.

A doctor approached and said something to him. His lips moved, but Jiang Xiaochuan’s mind was in chaos, and he could hardly hear what was being said.

All he knew was that his world had collapsed, losing its most important part.

The collapse began quietly.

Jiang Encheng, unable to escape his fate, was heading towards his destined death, just like in Jiang Xiaochuan’s dream.

Death.

.

Another cold body laid in the hospital morgue.

The administrator responsible for sending the deceased to the morgue had a cold expression. In a place like this, after seeing too many separations between life and death, everything became routine.

But today, when he entered the ward filled with the air of death, he saw a young man standing in front of the bed.

He knew better than to interrupt at this time, so he stood in the corridor and waited.

Standing in the room was Yue Qingci.

The room was dark and cold, filled with a chilling atmosphere. Jiang Encheng laid on the white bed, his face obscured.

Yue Qingci stood there, just like he had stood in front of Jiang Encheng last time, his body showing no signs of bending.

His gaze was steady.

“You left too early, before you had the chance to do what you wanted to do. Maybe that’s a blessing for him… Uncle Jiang, if you loved him, why didn’t you tell him? Those secrets you never told him. Yet in the end, you let those secrets send him into the abyss… Everything is being torn down and started over, but some things will never change.”

His voice was broken, filled with sighs, endless memories, and thoughts. His eyes revealed the pain and vicissitudes that had been concealed by indifference.

When he woke up, he became his own self a few years younger. It felt like just a moment ago he hadn’t had time to successfully escape from prison; he hadn’t had time to uncover everything in his past life; he hadn’t had time to go to the execution ground and beg to see him for the last time; he hadn’t had time to resolve those unsolvable misunderstandings…

He hadn’t had time to tell him that he actually loved him very much.

Everything felt like a cassette tape recorder. Everything stopped suddenly, too hastily, leaving all the doubts and regrets in place, never being resolved.

‘Yue Qingci, why were you so foolish?’

He asked himself this, knowing that staying far away from that person in this life would be best for him and Jiang Xiaochuan. But he couldn’t help it; he could only treat this person aloofly, seeming to reach out but never quite touching him.

“You asked me to persuade him to accept the money from Huaxin Group, because I knew your relationship with Qiu Yu, I listened to you. But in the end… you still failed to tell me how the money ended up being turned into stolen money… Huh, maybe he wouldn’t believe me even if I said it now, right? There are still 24 million missing… but it appeared in my account inexplicably in the end… Uncle Jiang, did you really love him? Or did you hate him? If you loved him, you would have never kept secrets from him. If you hated him, you wouldn’t have made decisions without his permission. Considering your past relationship with Qiu Yu, whether you hated or loved your son, it seems like it’s all in the past now.”

“Uncle Jiang, I believe that in his eyes, you are still a qualified and good father, a sacred realm in his heart that cannot be touched. This… seems good…”

Yue Qingci held a golden bullet case in his hand, with mottled scars on it. He walked over and quietly placed the cartridge case on Jiang Encheng’s chest. “Goodbye, Uncle Jiang.”

‘If there’s an afterlife, I wish you all the best.’