He Zhilan followed that man, giving up any thoughts of finding her parents. She thought she had finally found a man who was worthy of her, but the truth was, she was just a toy being toyed with.
When the wife of the man, who claimed he loved her so much he couldn't live without her, appeared before her, that man accused her of shamelessly seducing him with the ugliest words this world could offer. He watched her get beaten and humiliated by the people his wife brought, leaving her disheveled in a downpour, left to fend for herself.
It was only then that He Zhilan realized that in this world, some people are not just bad - they are the worst. This insidious world always contains individuals and principles she does not understand.
He Zhilan thought that she would die like this, alone and unclaimed in the rain. But then, He Teng appeared, dressed in green military uniform, his eyebrows furrowed, bending down, he picked her up from the rain and took her to the hospital.
The man she despised and hated the most was the one who picked her up when she was in the most desperate of situations.
At that moment, He Zhilan came to a realization. She was wrong. Her six-year-long pride had led her astray for a whole sixteen years.
The injuries were fatal, and she died in He Teng's arms on their way to the hospital. Before her death, He Zhilan had only one thought: if life could be lived again, she would definitely treat this man named He Teng well.
"Miss Zhilan, Miss Zhilan? Do you still have a fever?" He Zhongguo pushed the door and entered the room, glancing at the bandaged He Zhilan still lying in bed, and reproachfully looked at his eldest son standing at the door, scolding him, "He Teng, what happened? Zhilan has this temper, you being a grown man, nine years older than her, can't you tolerate her a bit? Look what you've done to her!"
He Zhilan slowly opened her eyes and stunnedly stared at the familiar rundown room, lost.
Before her, He Zhongguo was looking at her with concern; beside her, he was berating He Teng. This scene, these words, they were all too familiar.
The pain in her forehead made He Zhilan involuntarily let out a cry of pain, and He Zhongguo then realized that He Zhilan was awake.
"Zhilan, I've already scolded your big brother, don't be mad at him anymore. He's like a closed bottle, barely speaks a word all day. He was wrong this time, he shouldn't have pushed you. Let me apologize to you on his behalf."
He Zhilan moved her body and propped herself up to sit on the bed, turning her head to look at the man standing at the door with a cold face.
What's going on? He Zhilan was taken aback. Wasn't she dead? How could she be at home?
"Dad, what's the date today?" He Zhilan asked, feeling a burning pain in her throat as soon as she spoke.
He Zhongguo told He Zhilan the date, then sighed and glanced at his eldest son standing at the entrance, hesitating at first but finally speaking, "It's still early, Zhilan, don't worry."
Upon receiving the answer, He Zhilan was confused. What was going on? How could she have returned to the day when she had just graduated from high school and received her college admission letter? She had only been married to He Teng for a few days according to her calculations.
He Zhilan thought about it. The reason she fell ill this time was because He Teng wouldn't let her go to college, which angered her and she started a fight. Annoyed, He Teng pushed her away, and she happened to hit her head on a table and passed out. He Zhilan remembered being sick for several days after that.
He Zhilan finally understood, the heavens had indeed given her another chance to live.