After rebirth, I rejected the rich yandere lady-Chapter 1005 - 403: Yao Mingyue’s Farewell Letter (6k Subscriptions Requested!)_3

Nuannuan is a good girl. Although I'm reluctant to admit it, she is indeed more suitable than me to be the one who can accompany you for life.

Actually, at first, I was quite unconvinced. The first time I saw the girl by your side, I thought she was just a bit more endowed than me. What's the big deal? We are childhood friends; our parents arranged our engagement before we were even born.

But later, I gradually realized that she had so much more than me, in every aspect.

She is gentler than me, better at caring for others, and makes you feel freer, happier, and more proud of your manhood.

Everyone says she's silly and naive, but she taught me a truth: sincerity is the ultimate weapon. She does not have the title of a childhood friend, nor the friendship of both families, nor the bond from growing up together. From any angle, she shouldn't be my rival.

But she has one thing—her determination to love you, just like me.

Nuannuan and I talked a lot, and I learned many things. My current situation is like retracing her path from back then.

On this path, I finally understand how to truly love you. But at the end of it, the person I love most is already holding someone else's hand as they walk to the finish line...

I don't blame anyone. If there's anyone to blame, it's me. Even though I had a winning hand, I still lost to her loose cards. This was Nuannuan's rightful gain, and my deserved punishment...

The writing at the back of the letter gets smaller and denser, as if fearing she won't finish saying all she wants. Xu Musen reads each word carefully.

Though I'm still unconvinced, even if An Nuannuan is ten thousand times better than me, I will always be the best at loving you.

Xu Musen.

Do you know, the first name I remembered in my life is yours.

From the first cries, to the babbling of first words, from innocent childhood to the start of youth, from brief separations to marriage companionship...we had long become a part of each other.

We've quarreled, fought, blushed, gotten angry, experienced joys and sorrows, all together. Except that I've never thought of leaving you.

Do you know why childhood friends rarely end up together?

It's because the long companionship blurs the lines between friendship and love, between affection and habit.

You have asked me whether I love you because of habit, dependence, or simply because I consider you mine.

I want to tell you that all these reasons are correct.

My dependence on you is a part of my affection for you, an indelible part of my life, but that doesn't mean I don't love you.

These are all parts of my love for you.

I remember you called me sick, and yes, I was indeed sick. I hurt you and wronged you, but there was never a moment when I didn't love you.

But I knew my time was destined not to last your entire life, so my love was obsessive, crazy, ruthless…and also made you suffer.

I should have been satisfied. At least, we spent every moment of our early lives together, something that even Nuannuan could never take away!

But...

Why is it that two people who have been together from birth can never grow old together...

At this point, the last line of the letter looks as if it had soaked in water, the ink smeared on the paper like small pitiful figures blown around by the cold wind.

The succeeding content was crossed out and smudged, as if trying to cover up the vulnerability no one else should see.

The second page of the letter.

It seemed she had paused, calmed her emotions, and started writing again.

I didn't tell you about this and chose to leave specifically on your engagement day because I know you too well. If I told you, you would drop everything to be with me.

As your childhood friend, as your ex-wife, and as someone you loved in both lifetimes, I was confident enough of that.

But this kind of victory is not in line with my temperament.

I already monopolized your entire youth using the privilege of being your childhood friend. No matter how great An Nuannuan is, she could never surpass that!

In this lifetime, I'll let her have a round.

Remember, it's not that Nuannuan won; it's just that I don't want to play this round!

The writing at this point seems as if she genuinely became open-minded as if the once insufferable, proud girl was back.

But the final line on the envelope read,

In any case...I still hope you live well. Nuannuan...is a good girl. If I never return...

Remember to visit me. Burn me more money, even in heaven, I want to be a little rich lady.

And if you have children...bring them to see me. As long as they don't look like you, they won't be too ugly...

And...

The end of the letter becomes a messy scrawl, just like her shattered heart at that moment, no longer aware of her thoughts.

Many words seem to be swallowed back.

Apologize to Uncle Xu and Auntie Jie for me, I've hidden the truth from them too. Tell them that if given the chance, I'd love to continue being their daughter.

Finally...

Brother Musen, Ming Yue loves you.

Forever.

—February 3, Yao Mingyue.

The more ink-stained words there are, the more they seem like uncontrollable tears, which make the ink look like black plum blossoms.

The two remained silent for a long time, outside, the fireworks burst in brilliance, the glitter reflecting the teardrops on the envelope, like drops of heart's blood.

Yao Mingyue clutched her chest, at this moment she could hardly speak.

After the letter, they returned to their previous conversation.

"I'll tell you why."

Xu Musen broke the silence: "You didn't tell me because you feared that I'd once again force myself to choose you, leading to the same fate as before.

You chose to leave on the day of my engagement with Nuannuan because you worried about my guilt and you were afraid that if I stopped you, you wouldn't have the courage to make this decision alone.

You think you know me well enough, love me enough, and have always made decisions for my own good, right?"

Xu Musen's tone was light, but each word peeled away the defense of the girl's heart.

"I..." Yao Mingyue tried to speak but the words caught in her throat and she swallowed them back.

"But Yao Mingyue, you really underestimate me."

Xu Musen smiled, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Do you really understand me completely? If loving someone to a pathological extent, my sickness is probably more severe than yours."

Xu Musen's smile was familiar to Yao Mingyue, that sense of obsession, madness, defiance...

She was dazed and even wondered if she had never truly seen through him.

Xu Musen held her face.

"If I told you, all those excessive things you did to me, I accepted voluntarily, perhaps even encouraged, would you believe me?"

Yao Mingyue shuddered, her bloodshot eyes looked more transparent than ever.

She looked at the close-up smile of Xu Musen.

The best way to make someone inseparable from you is to turn them sickly...

Before Yao Mingyue's thoughts could catch up, Xu Musen held her tightly, as if embedding her into his flesh and blood, as if their hearts beat as one.

"I've waited for this lifetime opportunity; I won't let you be alone anymore.

Rather than reading a farewell letter filled with blessings, I prefer to see the real you.

Ming Yue, I love you."

Xu Musen, tightly holding her, whispered in her ear, the last three words breaking the girl's final defense.

Yao Mingyue bit her lip, slowly extended her hand; she knew, if she softened now, all her plans would fail. She had warned herself countless times not to be so selfish, not to repeat the same mistakes.

But...

Xu Musen's chest grew wet with tears; the girl's crying melted into the night wind along the river, her sobs drowned by the sound of fireworks. Ultimately, she burrowed into Xu Musen's arms, weeping out loud.

All the blessings in that letter, open-mindedness, the act of letting go...

Were overthrown by her cries at this moment. She still couldn't do it; she couldn't forget, couldn't completely let go.

Amidst the dazzling fireworks, the shadows of the two flickered, but their close embrace was as if these sky flowers held the hope of piercing through the night.