……………………………………………………… 069 Final Farewell “Hao, I’m sorry! I don’t have time to say goodbye now. I’m leaving, you must take care of yourself! Life goes on without anyone. You lived well for nearly thirty years before knowing me, and I believe you can be that Junhao again without me. I entrust you to Xiang. You must be happy!” Looking at Anke’s letter left for him, Junhao curled up painfully in the corner of the wall, holding Anke’s ashes, as if the only place in the world was this corner. After a while, he began to sob, trying to cover his pain with his hand. His occasional whimpers turned into continuous low crying. His eyes were tightly closed, biting his own fist, trying to stop his sobs. He trembled, making sounds like an animal’s mournful cry.
“Anke, Anke, you’re so cruel, you heartlessly left me behind.” He hugged the urn containing her ashes, wanting to merge her into his body, calling her repeatedly: “Before I could fully love you, before I could properly cherish you, you left like this. Do you know that without you, I have no happiness. You want me to live on, and I will definitely live, but you know, what’s living is just a shell.”
His world collapsed at that moment, with no sunlight, only eternal darkness.
Just a few hours apart, when he enthusiastically returned with a bowl of braised pork, Leng Xiang handed him a cremation document signed by Anke herself, along with her handwritten suicide note. In just a few hours, they were separated forever. Why was she so heartless, not even letting him see her one last time, leaving so hastily. He always believed there was nothing money couldn’t solve, that Junhao could do anything with money, but money couldn’t bring back the life of the woman he loved most.
He punched the wall corner hard, blood flowing down his fingers, feeling no pain. Consecutive punches on the wall corner made his hand bloody and mangled. Now he could only choose this self-harm method to feel some pain, hoping his dead heart could feel a bit of suffering.
