Rebirth: Back to before the tragedy

It was March, the season of spring with blooming flowers, growing grass and singing birds, but a sudden heavy snow swept the entire city.

People hurriedly changed out of their spring clothes and took out their put away down jackets again.

It was past ten o'clock in the evening, and large goose-feather-like snowflakes were still falling.

In a luxurious room, Jiang Yuange sat on the big bed, looking around, his heart full of confusion.

How is this going?

Didn’t he, leaning on a crutch, find the pesticides hidden by his mother while his parents, brother and sister-in-law were working in the fields, and end his life at the age of 32?

How come I found myself in this strange place when I opened my eyes?

Wait, something seems familiar here.

The next moment, Jiang Yuange suddenly realized and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his lips. It turned out that he was dreaming again.

Jiang Yuange stretched out his hands and gently stroked his legs, as if he was stroking a loved one, full of cherishment and nostalgia.

I sighed in my heart. The dream felt so good. Only in the dream was I a healthy person with complete limbs, able to move freely, instead of relying on a wheelchair or crutches.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yuange jumped off the bed lightly, walked straight to the large floor-to-ceiling window, pulled open the curtains, and looked out the window through the glass.

My legs seemed to be out of control, dancing with the snowflakes outside the window.

The legs that were lost in real life can be so free and agile only in dreams.

With a "click", the door was opened.

Jiang Yuange was immersed in his own world, unaware of the sound, and continued dancing briskly.

This was exactly what Chi Morong saw when he walked into the room.

In the dark night sky, large flakes of snow are dancing in the air.

In the night, a woman with waist-length black hair, wearing an inky silk nightgown, exposed her fair skin to the air.

It was like a night elf dancing there.

Her hair is flying, her skirt is rising, her dancing posture is nimble, and her waist is flexible.

This scene made the man, who had drunk a few more glasses tonight, feel a little hot inside.

Chi Morong loosened the buttons around his neck, walked to the sofa and sat down, looking at the dancing figure in front of the window.

The shag carpet absorbed the sound of footsteps, and the person at the window was not aware of the man's arrival.

Time passed minute by minute, and Jiang Yuange danced until he was having fun and stopped.

He held his knees with both hands and breathed softly.

She half-bent her body forward, with her peachy buttocks sticking out, causing the hem of her skirt, which was not long to begin with, to move up a few inches, revealing more fair skin.

After a long while, Jiang Yuange straightened up, turned around, and prepared to sit down and rest for a while.

Who knew that as soon as I turned around, I was startled.

"what."

However, the screams soon stopped.

The man didn't say anything, but just stared at the woman in front of him with sharp eyes.

The moment Jiang Yuange saw the man on the sofa, everything that would happen next automatically appeared in his mind.

It is not difficult to guess what will happen when a man and a woman are in the same room.

Especially when the man is already somewhat interested, a love affair between a man and a woman seems to be a natural thing.

But the reality is that I opened the window without any hesitation and jumped down from a height of several dozen meters.

Although he did not actually fall from a height of dozens of meters, he instead landed on an open-air balcony several floors away and saved his life.

For the sake of love, he jumped off the building because he didn't want to be exploited. As a result, although he saved his life, he lost his legs forever and also lost his love.

From then on, for ten years, I lay in bed all day and could no longer move freely, let alone dance.

From the initial helplessness, to the subsequent self-loathing, and finally, ending that hopeless life with a bottle of pesticide.

This scene kept appearing in my dreams countless midnights.

Jiang Yuange was still immersed in memories of the past.

A dark light flashed in Chi Morong's dark eyes. He walked towards the window and looked at the person in front of him.

After taking such a close look, I felt a little more satisfied.

As far as my eyes could see, I saw a standard oval face. On that beautiful face, there was fair skin, a straight nose bridge, a delicate nose, and black eyelashes that were like small fans trembling slightly. A pair of bright big eyes were looking at me, and a pair of lips painted with red lipstick looked like cherries with dew on them on a branch, so beautiful and tempting.

Moving his eyes downward, the upper body was covered by black lace gauze, and a pair of curvy white rabbits appeared half-covered in the man's sight, with a bit of temptation.

I didn't expect that there would be a woman in this world who met my aesthetic standards so well.

What was even more unexpected was that the person was sent to the room before the banquet was over.

A strong hand reached out and grasped the slender waist of the woman in front of him. It was as soft as he had imagined.

Because of this action, Jiang Yuange's whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Because she knew what was going to happen next.

In order to protect her innocence, she would push away the man in front of her and threaten to jump off the building.

However, the man who had been in a high position for a long time did not take this threat seriously. He was even angered by her action and watched her jump out of the window coldly.

In the past, when I dreamed of this, I would stop. Perhaps subconsciously, I didn’t want to experience such tragedy again.

Jiang Yuange had fantasized about this countless times. If he had the chance to do it again, he would never, ever hope to get away with it and jump out of the window.

"What's your name?"

A low, magnetic voice rang in my ears.

"Ok?"

Jiang Yuange raised his head, his eyes full of confusion, and he was depressed, "Strange, why didn't the dream stop today and is still going on?"

Not getting a response, Chi Morong looked at the person in front of him, lost his patience, lowered his head, and directly kissed those beautiful red lips.

"Well."

The man's behavior made Jiang Yuange subconsciously reject him. She placed her small hands on the man's chest and pushed him away with force.

But this amount of strength is nothing to an adult man who exercises regularly.

Chi Morong's mouth kept moving, and his big hands were lighting fires all over her curvy and graceful body.

I already know the result of fighting to the death. If I don't resist, would it be better than losing my legs?

Something that I have fantasized about countless times actually happened in my dream, so let’s give it a try.

Gradually, Jiang Yuange stopped struggling.

Her body was moved into any position the man on her could, without any resistance.

What's the big deal? It's just a dream after I die.

Inside the house, the sounds of moaning and panting continued.

This is a fight between demons, a collision between dry wood and fire.

The two of them threw themselves into the love, enjoying it to the fullest, until the sky turned pale and they fell asleep in each other's arms.