When Lu Zhengfei entered the bedroom, Chen Qianqing was already asleep. 

His body was unnaturally curled, like a cooked shrimp, with long hair hanging down and covering his pale face. He looked as thin as a piece of paper. 

Five years ago, Chen Qianqing was handsome, elegant, and skilled at playing the piano. When he smiled, he had beautiful dimples on his face, resembling a prince from a movie. Everything was so perfect. 

But now, as Lu Zhengfei approached, he reached out and touched Chen Qianqing's face. 

Chen Qianqing was too thin, and the shape of his bones could faintly be seen on his pale face. When Lu Zhengfei touched him, he instinctively wanted to curl up, letting out a slight whimper. 

But ultimately, he didn't wake up, or perhaps he had already awakened but refused to open his eyes. 

Chen Qianqing had beautiful eyes, with thick eyelashes and clear gaze. When he stared at you, it felt like he was whispering sweet nothings. Lu Zhengfei liked Chen Qianqing, especially his eyes. However, Lu Zhengfei could never catch Chen Qianqing's gaze because his beloved had gone blind. 

Chen Qianqing's sleep quality was not good. He had been suffering from insomnia lately, relying on a large amount of sleeping pills to fall asleep. Once this habit formed, it was difficult to break. Now, without sleeping pills, Chen Qianqing couldn't sleep at all. 

Lu Zhengfei and Chen Qianqing had an ill-fated relationship. Chen Qianqing didn't like Lu Zhengfei, he didn't even like men. It was through all means available that Lu Zhengfei kept Chen Qianqing by his side, watching him go from blooming to withering, and eventually being on the brink of death.

Lu Zhengfei was the main culprit behind Chen Qianqing ending up like this, and now, he regretted it. 

Looking at Chen Qianqing, who was barely hanging on and could leave him at any time, Lu Zhengfei regretted using those means on him, regretted pushing things to the point of no return. But there was never a regret medicine available in the world. 

Lu Zhengfei regretted it to death, but he was powerless to prevent Chen Qianqing's departure. He could snatch Chen Qianqing away from others, but he couldn't compete with the Grim Reaper for Chen Qianqing's life. 

"Mmm..." Chen Qianqing woke up. He couldn't see anything, but he could still blink. His once bright eyes were now grayish-white, making his pale complexion appear even more frightening. 

"Qianqing," Lu Zhengfei called softly. 

Upon hearing Lu Zhengfei's voice, Chen Qianqing's body tensed up. This person in front of him was his lifelong nightmare, someone he couldn't break free from, unable to prevent the harm, only dragged slowly into hell by this person named Lu Zhengfei. 

Chen Qianqing asked, "Lu Zhengfei, am I going to die?" 

The word "die" was so sensitive at this moment that Lu Zhengfei stiffened, then forced a smile and said, "Qianqing, don't worry, you won't die." 

Chen Qianqing fell silent for a moment. The colorless lips curved into a mocking arc as he said, "I wish I were dead." 

The forced smile vanished instantly from Lu Zhengfei's face. Chen Qianqing couldn't see Lu Zhengfei's expression, but if he could, he would feel a sense of satisfaction within. 

When Lu Zhengfei was unhappy, Chen Qianqing was happy. 

Chen Qianqing's physical condition no longer allowed any disturbance, so even if Lu Zhengfei was angry, he could only endure it. 

Seeing Lu Zhengfei become silent, Chen Qianqing continued, "I'm also glad I'm blind, I don't have to see such a disgusting thing like you anymore." 

Lu Zhengfei clenched his fists. 

Chen Qianqing said, "Just leave, I can't sleep with you here." Lu Zhengfei looked at Chen Qianqing and, after a long time, finally said in a hoarse voice, "Qianqing, please don't be like this." 

"Don't be like this?" Chen Qianqing could only sneer at those words. Lu Zhengfei was clearly the instigator, yet he always tried to appear as the victim. In this relationship, Chen Qianqing was the sacrifice, never developing any feelings for Lu Zhengfei, except for hatred, of course.

Lu Zhengfei not only threatened his family to obtain him, but also imprisoned him like a pet. These past few years have been torment for Chen Qianqing, almost every day.

But it doesn't matter, everything will end now.

Chen Qianqing knows that he is dying. He lies on the bed, feeling his life slowly slipping away from his body. If a person truly wants to die, no one can stop them.

Lu Zhengfei brought the best doctors, used the best medicine, even used his family to threaten him, but Chen Qianqing continued to weaken day by day.

Lu Zhengfei knows what Chen Qianqing is thinking, but he is helpless. He can only say, "Qianqing, if you die like this, how will you take revenge on me?"

Chen Qianqing coughed and smiled, an immensely malicious smile on his face. He said, "Lu Zhengfei, my death is the best revenge against you, isn't it?"

Lu Zhengfei replied, "Do you really think your death is the best revenge against me? If you die, I can still find another lover. I have money, power, what can't I get?"

Chen Qianqing chuckled, "You can't have me."

Lu Zhengfei couldn't refute. During this time, he has been running around for Chen Qianqing. He was even willing to die for Chen Qianqing. But Chen Qianqing remained unfazed, wearing the coldest expression, watching Lu Zhengfei struggle, like watching a fish splashing around in a drying pond, pitiful and pathetic.

Lu Zhengfei was helpless. In the end, he asked Chen Qianqing, "Qianqing, if I die, would you be willing to live?"

Chen Qianqing remained silent and motionless, like a lifeless puppet. After a long time, he finally said, "Lu Zhengfei, the past cannot be undone. Even your death cannot make me stay."

Lu Zhengfei's eyes were indifferent. The Chen Qianqing before him was so unfamiliar, completely different from the person who had once attracted him. And he was the one who had twisted Chen Qianqing little by little.

Mistakes, wrong feelings, wrong time, and wrong person. Lu Zhengfei finally cried in a low voice, his crying was extremely desolate, but it did not soften Chen Qianqing's heart in the least.

Lying on the bed, Chen Qianqing had crippled legs, blind eyes, and severe depression, making him hate this person named Lu Zhengfei to the core. His crying did not sway Chen Qianqing in the slightest.

Chen Qianqing should have had a brilliant future, but everything was ruined by Lu Zhengfei.

Everything was ruined.

In April, the spring was in full bloom.

Chen Qianqing's funeral was on a weekend, with very few people attending, only a few familiar friends, not even any relatives.

Lu Zhengfei wore a black suit with a black veil on his arm. Compared to before, he looked much more haggard, with even gray hairs at his temples.

"Lu Young Master." Lu Zhengfei's friend patted his shoulder. "Take care."

Lu Zhengfei silently stared at the new tombstone in front of him, motionless and silent.

His friend knew about the relationship between Lu Zhengfei and Chen Qianqing, and didn't know what else to say. After sighing, he walked away.

After the funeral, when everyone had left, Lu Zhengfei stood alone in front of the tombstone.

"Qianqing," Lu Zhengfei said. "I'm sorry."

Green trees sprouted new buds, and the scent of flowers and the chirping of birds made everything seem so beautiful. Chen Qianqing's smile was embedded on the cold gravestone, his smiling face on the photo like a gentle breeze.

Lu Zhengfei's expression was serious. He squatted down, gently caressed the gravestone, kissed the picture of Chen Qianqing, and then took out a gun, aimed it at his own head. "Qianqing, I'm sorry."

With a loud crash, the sound of an object shattering, blood spilled onto the floor, splattering and staining Chen Qianqing's photo. And yet, his smile in the photo became even brighter because of these fluids.

Death is never the end of a story.

Luo Zhengfei didn't know what the world after death was like, but as he struggled to open his eyes, he thought that death was just a dream he had. 

In his dream, Chen Qianqing lost his life before his eyes, and in the dream, Luo Zhengfei himself took a gun and shot himself in the head.

The strong smell of disinfectant and the noisy sounds made Luo Zhengfei uncomfortable. However, the most obvious discomfort was in his legs. His legs felt extremely painful.

"Qianqing, Qianqing..." someone called out a familiar name. Luo Zhengfei couldn't open his eyes, he just felt pain all over his body.

"Qianqing, Qianqing." That voice kept calling, and it made Luo Zhengfei feel oppressed, almost going crazy.

"Chen Qianqing." A low voice filled with anger and coldness said, "Do you think you can escape? Next time, it won't just be your leg that gets broken."

Luo Zhengfei finally fainted from the pain.

When he woke up again, he didn't know how much time had passed. Luo Zhengfei struggled to open his eyes and saw a pure white color above him - the ceiling.

The smell of disinfectant was so strong, Luo Zhengfei turned his head and saw a needle sticking out of his right hand, and he couldn't move at all.

"Mr. Chen, are you awake?" a nurse approached Luo Zhengfei, speaking softly, "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

Luo Zhengfei's eyes were blank, and for a moment, he couldn't understand what the nurse was saying.

"Mr. Chen?" the beautiful nurse furrowed her brows in confusion, and she reached out and waved her hand in front of Luo Zhengfei's eyes. When she realized that Luo Zhengfei's eyes didn't move at all, she became alarmed and quickly called in his attending physician.

"Mr. Chen?" The doctor, seeing Luo Zhengfei's expressionless face, seemed worried as well. He said, "Mr. Chen, can you hear us?"

Luo Zhengfei remained silent for a long time, until the doctor and nurse were on the verge of going crazy, before he hoarsely asked, "What do you call me?"

The doctor looked at Luo Zhengfei in astonishment, "Mr. Chen...are you...alright?"