Rebirth: Back to before the tragedy

Things are back to the beginning. It's not the first time they have disagreements on this matter.

He domineeringly wanted to trap me by his side, wanted to break the wings of my dreams and stop me from flying.

However, the desire deep in her heart never changed, and the thought of leaving was like a burning flame, becoming more and more intense.

They both knew each other's true thoughts, but neither was willing to make concessions or compromises.

The original brilliance in Jiang Yuange's eyes gradually disappeared, just like the stars in the night sky gradually disappearing.

Her hand, which had been tightly clasped around the man's arm, slowly loosened, as if foreshadowing that the distance between the two was growing.

After the vehicle stopped steadily, Jiang Yuange got out without hesitation and left without looking back.

She expressed her strong inner resistance in this silent way.

Chi Morong, sitting in the car, stood still like a sculpture, his eyes fixed like a magnet on the figure that was moving farther and farther away until it disappeared. In his mind, he kept flashing Jiang Yuange's eyes, which were once as bright and moving as stars but now as dull as dead water.

At this moment, he felt as if his heart was being hit hard by a thousand-pound hammer, and the pain was so unbearable that he could hardly breathe.

His heart was filled with endless frustration and pain, surging like a tide.

He really didn't want to admit that his heart was filled with fear. He was afraid that if he let go, Jiang Yuange would spread her wings and fly away from him like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

He cannot lose Jiang Yuange, this is his obsession deep in his heart.

But at the same time, he knew very well that if he forcibly stopped her from pursuing her dream, she would lose her vitality and energy like an angel with broken wings, and like a flower that gradually withered.

Chi Morong sat quietly in the car, staring blankly at the direction where Jiang Yuange left, his heart filled with pain and conflict like a knife cutting through it.

Chi Morong frowned as if he could pinch a fly to death. Even the hundreds of millions of projects in the group had never made him so worried.

However, at this moment, facing Jiang Yuange, he was helpless like a headless fly.

Chi Morong picked up the lighter and lit the cigarette. The smoke swirled around him like a ghost, blurring his stern face.

Shrouded in smoke, he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, as if he was spitting out all the troubles in his heart.

Chi Morong didn't get out of the car and walk into the house until he finished smoking this cigarette.

In the living room, Jiang Yuange, wearing a dark green silk home suit, was eating the bird's nest porridge cooked by Wang Ma spoonfully.

Seeing Chi Morong coming in, she turned around, facing away from him, pretending not to see him.

Seeing this scene, Chi Morong touched his nose with a wry smile.

Well, I got angry and started ignoring people.

Chi Morong stood at the door of the living room, watching Jiang Yuange eating bird's nest porridge with his back to him, feeling complicated.

He walked towards her gently, sat on the sofa, looked at her, was silent for a long time, and finally said: "Yuan Ge, I need your promise."

When Jiang Yuange heard Chi Morong's words, he turned around and looked at him with doubts in his eyes.

"Promise? What promise? Promise what?"

Chi Morong sighed, gently held Jiang Yuange's hand, and looked at her intently with deep eyes, "Jiang Yuange, you know, I don't want to lose you."