7
Hearing this, I was so furious that I felt like I might explode.
Joanne, how shameless can you be?
Why do you still want to insult me even in death? It’s as if I never really knew him at all.
Joanne took Chloe away with him.
I didn’t want to follow, but for some reason, I was compelled to do so.
Back at the villa, Chloe applied medicine to Joanne, her distress evident. “Joanne, I know you value friendship, but Yuri’s death isn’t your fault
“No one knows-”
Before Chloe could finish her sentence, Joanne suddenly kissed her on the lips.
They shared an intimate moment, and Joanne said, “She cheated on me a long time ago; why should I stay pure for her?”
I took a deep breath and turned away, refusing to watch any longer.
I didn’t feel heartbroken or unwilling. I just felt ashamed of myself. Why did it take my death for me to see the truth about this man?
Dry wood and fire can ignite at any moment.
I didn’t want to watch them together, so I floated away, keeping my distance.
After a while, once they were done, I expected them to continue their romance. Instead, Chloe stormed out, anger radiating from her. “Yuri, Yuri! Yuri again! She’s dead–why is she still everywhere?”
I didn’t understand.
I didn’t want to dwell on what her words meant.
Four days after my death, my soul had become a little more transparent.
5:58 PM
The following day, when Joanne woke up, he looked somewhat disoriented but quickly left the room.
He ordered takeout: steamed buns and soy milk.
“I don’t like these anymore,” Chloe said, sulking.
“Why not?”
Chloe replied flatly, “There’s no such thing abroad, so I’ll just have to give them up.”
“And there’s no me abroad either. Are you going to quit me too?” He slowly raised his head to meet her gaze.
Chloe couldn’t find the words to respond.
Then Joanne suddenly said, “I dreamed about Yuri yesterday.”
“It was the Yuri from when she was 18.” He looked at Chloe, his voice softening. “Did Yuri really force you to go abroad?”
