Free Web NovelChapter 895: Chapter 338: [Heartbreaking Fairy Tale] If Only Time Could Be Revisited (Part 7)
The city at two in the morning is still brightly lit.
The dazzling neon lights shine, and the bustling streets transform into tiny illusions in Lin Zongjun’s eyes.
A night of aging, the face blended into the darkness is filled with wrinkles.
His eyes are muddled, his voice hoarse.
"Xiao Chu, when Dad is not around, you must live well. Remember to take an umbrella on rainy days, or you’ll catch a cold if you get wet. You’re allergic to strawberries, so don’t eat them and make Dad worry. Wear more clothes when it’s cold, don’t get sick..."
If there’s no one to rely on, his daughter will be very strong.
But... he still isn’t reassured.
"When you were little, Dad made you learn many courses. Although you didn’t want to, you were very smart, so you learned very well."
Her personality is lively and playful, so when the teacher Lin Zongjun hired came to teach her at home, she would pout and act spoiled, eventually reluctantly putting down her toys.
"Actually, being an ordinary white-collar worker is good too. If you don’t like the atmosphere of the marketplace, you play piano beautifully, you can dance ballet, and you like children. You can be a teacher in the future... whatever you do, make sure to live happily."
Lin Zongjun’s words seem to penetrate the distance between them, striking Lin Chu’s heart.
The muddled brain gradually clears, she senses something wrong.
Breathing slows down, her hand holding the phone unconsciously tightens, cautiously asking, "Dad, where are you?"
No, it’s definitely not what she thinks.
Father is such a resilient person, he was still smiling and comforting her this afternoon, and the bad things will be solved.
How could he want to...
Yes, she must be overthinking it, surely.
Lin Zongjun stands outside the rooftop railing, the strong wind sweeps through, hot tears dried by the wind before they could flow out.
He looks at the desolate sleepless city, his gaze slowly becomes hazy, as if reminiscing about his life.
His voice hoarse, "Xiao Chu, Dad is sorry. If there is a next life and we can still be father and daughter, Dad will give you a complete family, help you find the right person, and let you live a stable and happy life."
Lin Chu’s heart is completely panicked. ƒrēewebnovel.com
Tears roll out one after another, she lifts the quilt and gets out of bed, but because her body is weak, she falls onto the floor.
Knee skins are scraped, but she seems to feel no pain, half falling and half running out the door.
A choking voice trembles, "Dad, don’t leave me, I don’t want to be alone."
On the other end of the phone, Lin Zongjun takes a step forward.
Everything in front is dim and small, in the eyes of those who haven’t gone home yet, he should just be a tiny, insignificant dot.
No one knows he stands on the rooftop, and no one can pull him back.
"You’re still young. If you have the chance to meet someone who can accompany you to see the sunrise and sunset, don’t be afraid. Try to embrace a new life. Being alone... is indeed very hard."
Lin Chu hasn’t even put on shoes, the ground stones cut her skin, bleeding drop by drop.
She runs quickly, still wearing the pajamas she sleeps in. The night wind is cold, blowing her long hair into a chaotic flutter.
She cries nearly speechlessly, crouches down hiding her face, and coughs uncontrollably.
As if not hearing her father’s words, she speaks incoherently.
"Dad, I’ll work very hard, won’t be lazy anymore, will listen to you well. Those false reports will surely be cleaned up, we can slowly pay back the money we owe. Dad... Dad... please don’t do anything foolish... don’t go..."
In the end, almost pleading.
"Xiao Chu, my dear," Lin Zongjun closes his eyes, "Goodbye."
Life is unpredictable; dying proudly is better than living covered in dirt.
Lin Chu is near collapse, "No, no! Dad, I forgot to tell you, I actually already..."
Beep... Beep... Beep...
The call is disconnected, leaving only a busy tone at her ear, and after that, there’s nothing left to hear.
Lin Chu is frozen like ice, her face pale, words unfinished, all movements halted.
The surroundings are silent, frighteningly quiet.
A few seconds later, she tentatively calls out, "Dad?"
The answer she receives is a despairing silence.
Awakened by the previous frantic footsteps, the housekeeper runs out of the villa, looking at Lin Chu crouching on the ground, puzzled, asking, "Miss, what’s wrong with you?"
Lin Chu’s mind is blank.
Even though the call had long been disconnected, she still holds the phone to her ear, as if as long as she doesn’t say ’goodbye’, Dad wouldn’t bear to leave.
