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Lin Weiwei stood outside Gu Ting's office, her carefully made-up face etched with fatigue. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open.
Gu Ting was lost in thought, staring at my photograph with a gaze so tender it seemed to encompass the entire world. A flicker of jealousy crossed Lin Weiwei's eyes, but she quickly adjusted her expression and put on a sweet smile.
"Darling, I've made a reservation at your favorite restaurant. Shall we have dinner together tonight?" she said softly, cautiously stepping closer.
Gu Ting seemed not to hear her, his fingers gently caressing the frame as if it were a precious treasure. Lin Weiwei's smile froze on her face, a hint of hurt flashing in her eyes. "Gu Ting, you haven't been home for a week. Can you please pay attention to me?"
Finally, Gu Ting lifted his head, but his gaze passed through her as if he were looking at someone in the void.
"What’s wrong with you?" Her voice began to rise. "Is it all because of that Song Anxin, right?"
At last, Gu Ting's eyes focused on Lin Weiwei, but the coldness in his gaze was terrifying.
"She’s dead!" Lin Weiwei's voice trembled, tears welling in her eyes. "And I’m still here, right in front of you! Why are you treating me like this?"
Gu Ting's expression shifted from indifference to shock, followed by a deep-seated disgust.
"She was just a jinx; even in death, she won’t let go of you!" Lin Weiwei suddenly shouted hysterically. "If it weren't for her, you wouldn't be like this now!"
Gu Ting shot up, his eyes icy and fearsome. "What did you say?"
"Am I wrong? If it weren't for her, you wouldn’t have become this way!" Lin Weiwei continued to rant.
I floated in the air, watching this scene unfold.
"Crash!" A glass shattered on the floor as Gu Ting erupted in anger. "It's all your fault! If it weren't for you, Anxin wouldn't be dead!"
This was the first time I saw Gu Ting look at Lin Weiwei with such disdain, as if she were a repulsive stranger.
Tears streamed down Lin Weiwei's face instantly; she reached out to touch Gu Ting but was mercilessly pushed away.
"Gu Ting, how can you treat me like this for a dead person?"
"Get out."
Gu Ting's voice was as cold as ice.
Lin Weiwei ran out of the office in tears, but Gu Ting didn’t even lift his head. He picked up the photo frame on his desk and gently caressed my picture, his gaze surprisingly tender.
In the days that followed, Gu Ting began his revenge. He canceled all of Lin Weiwei's endorsements and froze her financial support. Accustomed to a lavish lifestyle, it wasn't long before she started receiving countless debt collection calls.
“Gu Ting, please forgive me!” Lin Weiwei pleaded at the office door, kneeling down. “I know I was wrong. I’ll bow to you, I’ll bow to Song Anxin!”
Gu Ting stood at the door, looking down at her with nothing but deep disdain and hatred in his eyes. “Didn’t you say Anxin was a jinx?” He sneered. “Now do you see who the real jinx is?”
“I shouldn’t have said that! I take it back! Please help me!”
“Get lost!” Gu Ting said slowly, each word dripping with venom. “Never show your face in front of me again, or I will make your life a living hell!”
Lin Weiwei broke down, screaming hysterically, “What are you? Now that someone’s dead, you start mourning? How did you treat me back then? You deserve this!”
I watched quietly, suddenly understanding what it meant to face the consequences of one’s actions. She had taken everything that belonged to me, and now she had lost it all.
The loan sharks began to pursue her relentlessly; her mansion was seized, her designer bags auctioned off, and even the last shred of dignity stripped away.
A loud bang echoed from downstairs. I floated to the window and saw Lin Weiwei lying in a pool of blood. In the end, she jumped after being cornered by her creditors.
Gu Ting's hands trembled slightly, but he showed no sign of sadness. He simply spoke softly to my photo, “Anxin, are you happy now?”
Gu Ting resigned from all his positions in the company and liquidated all his assets, leaving only my urn behind. The once vibrant and ambitious CEO now appeared gaunt and hollow-eyed.
“Anxin, shall we go to the beach?”
He held the urn containing my ashes, murmuring, "Didn't you always want to see the sea?"
I floated quietly beside him, following him to the shore.
The sea breeze was salty and sharp, waves crashing against the rocks.
Gu Ting stood on the beach, staring blankly into the distance.
The wind gently tousled his messy hair.
As I floated next to him, I noticed his pale profile and suddenly realized he seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.
"Anxin, do you remember? I promised to give you a grand wedding, to take you around the world, to grow old together."
His voice grew softer, "But I destroyed it all with my own hands."
I watched coldly.
Yes, back then you pushed me away for Lin Weiwei; now you regret it?
He trembled as he opened the urn, and the wind lifted the white ashes like dancing butterflies.
"I'm sorry I'm late."
He knelt on the sand, helplessly grasping at the air as if trying to hold onto something.
The wind howled, stirring up layers of foam.
I stood before him and softly said, "Gu Ting, I no longer love you."
He suddenly looked up, as if he truly heard my voice.
His gaze grew wild as he staggered to his feet and walked toward the sea.
"Anxin, wait for me..."
I watched him step deeper into the water, the waves gradually swallowing his figure.
He did not struggle; he sank calmly into the depths of the sea.
It was only when the last bubble burst on the surface that I turned to leave.
Let this lifetime's grievances dissipate with the wind.
I closed my eyes, feeling the power of reincarnation pulling me away; it was time to say goodbye.
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