Never Meeting Again In Our Next Life

Chapter 7 : If there is an afterlife

Song Yan didn’t know how to answer for a moment.

He had been in a state of confusion ever since he had seen the diagnosis. He had not set foot in the Song family for many years, but in order to find Xia Lin in the shortest possible time, he had gone to the extent of kneeling before his father in front of everyone.

At that time, he had only one thing in mind, that is, to see Xia Lin as soon as possible. If he could see Xia Lin, everything that had gone wrong would definitely be put back on track.

But now, Xia Lin, who had always been so accommodating to him, had used such a flat tone of voice to dig into what he had thought was his well-hidden selfishness, leaving him with nowhere to hide.

He wanted to retort, but there were many things that even he had not thought through. Under Xia Lin’s lax but bone-piercing gaze, he found that no matter what pretext he sought, he could no longer restore Xia Lin’s trust in him.

“Go away.” Xia Lin turned his face away and faintly gave his expulsion order, “From now on, I do not have any more relations with you. You do not need to feel sorry for me, because…I put it aside and am free.”

This meeting between Song Yan and Xia Lin ended with a failed attempt at persuasion.

After being expelled from Xia Lin’s bedroom, Song Yan did not leave. He still shamelessly stayed at Xia’s house, even if he slept on the sofa in the living room at night.

Because of the failed persuasion, Xia Liang looked at Song Yan as if he was a tool that had lost its use.

The rest of the Xia family were also very cold towards him. Although they had not said anything to expel him, they definitely did not welcome him to stay any longer.

But Song Yan didn’t care. Over the past few days, he had found that his skin had suddenly become much thicker, and he had done all the things he had thought he would be unable to do.

He didn’t know what the significance of his stubborn stay in the Xia family was, but he knew very clearly that he couldn’t leave here. Once he did, he would really have nothing left.

However, this did not stop Xia Lin’s condition from deteriorating.

On the evening of the third day back at the Xia family home, Xia Lin fell into a long coma and never woke up again.

Xia Liang had no choice but to take Xia Lin to the hospital’s intensive care unit, while Song Yan was finally able to be at Xia Lin’s bedside again. As everyone was busy preparing Xia Lin’s funeral, no one could care about him anymore.

From the time Xia Lin fell into a coma to the time he died, it only took eight hours.

To Song Yan, these eight hours seemed as long as eight years.

He stayed by Xia Lin’s bedside, holding his thin hands and reliving the memories of the two of them since they were children.

Many details that had been buried deep in his memory suddenly emerged clearly one by one.

It turned out that he and Xia Lin were considered to be childhood friends. It turned out that Xia Lin had confessed to him subtly when they were still in their youth. It turned out that before he met Yu Luotong, his life had been filled with Xia Lin. It turned out that there were so many important memories that had all been turned into bubbles because of his carelessness and inattentiveness.

Even when Xia Lin was not breathing, Song Yan still held onto his hand, and no matter how hard the medical staff tried, they could not break him away.

It was only when Xia Liang stepped in and had Zhou Shuo give Song Yan a hard punch that snapped him out of his bewitched state.

“He’s already dead,” Xia Liang choked out, grabbing Song Yan by his collar, “What’s the point of holding on to him now? Can you still accompany him in his death!”

Song Yan felt like he had been struck by a thunderbolt and let go of his hand.

He watched in disbelief as Xia Lin’s body was carried to the bed and disappeared at the end of the corridor to the morgue, Xia Liang’s words echoing in his mind: “Can you still die with him?

Why not?

Song Yan’s heart, which had been tormented by emptiness all these days, suddenly fell into reality. This sudden statement found a purpose.

For the next few days, Song Yan acted calmly.

He calmly assisted Xia Liang in conducting Xia Lin’s funeral, calmly made a speech at the memorial service as a widower, and calmly held Xia Lin’s urn for the last ride of his life.

And then, on the night of Xia Lin’s first seven days, Song Yan shaved off his scruffy face, put on a brand new suit. He climbed to the top of the twenty-fourth floor and leapt down in a pose that embraced the void.

The moment he fell, his broken gaze looked straight into the pitch-black sky, as if he was praying silently.

If, there is an afterlife.

Author’s Remarks:

In this article, both gong and shou are reborn. However, the shou is reborn at an earlier point than the gong, emmm.

Song Yan: I can feel the author’s malice.

Author: Hehehehehe.