Chapter 278
But it was already too late.
Because after that night, at noon the next day, Si Shiya went out on a call with the police, and that major case occurred.
She died.
In Ning Chen's phone, her WeChat.
Still preserved was the last message she had sent him two and a half years ago:
【Last night I shouldn't have made you angry. I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I'm going out on a call first; I'll bring back something delicious tonight~】
……
In Brother Shiguang's live stream.
Nanfu Island.
Under the night sky.
On the beach.
The viewers saw.
That man, alone and lonely, crawling in the sand pile, as if asleep.
Suddenly!
He grabbed broken seashells from the sand and began to thrust and slash at his own arm.
Almost crazily stabbing and slashing wildly!
Not long after, the entire back of his hand was already covered in blood...
But his actions did not stop, and on his face, there was no expression.
191. Pity There Is No If
"W-what is he doing?!" Lin Haifeng of the Sharks stood up directly upon seeing this scene.
"Shi-Shiguang seems to be self-harming?!" The staff member beside him widened his eyes.
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire workroom panicked.
And in Brother Shiguang's live stream.
Ye Zi, the singing streamer who had always been lurking.
Upon seeing streamer Brother Shiguang's scene, also covered her mouth in fright.
She widened her eyes in shock.
She simply could not believe that Brother Shiguang would actually do such a thing to himself...
The bullet comments in the live stream.
Stopped at this very moment.
The viewers were all stunned by this scene.
They did not know why this streamer, for no reason, suddenly wanted to treat himself in such an extreme way.
They could even less understand why he wanted to do this!
【Brother Shiguang! What are you doing?】
【Are you crazy?!】
【Your hands are covered in blood; what are you going to do?!】
【Oh my god... why does he want to do this?!】
【...】
Unknown.
How long passed.
By the beach of Nanfu Island.
This streamer had already stopped that terrible behavior.
At this moment, he sat alone by the sea.
The sea breeze brushed his hair.
His eyelids hung low.
That which was carved upon the sky.
Was the ten thousand miles of the starry river, emitting brilliant, glowing light.
Brother Shiguang's live stream was extremely quiet.
Everyone was watching him.
The past cannot be recalled.
Mistakes cannot be made up for.
The two banks of yin and yang.
Separated by a single stroke.
Ning Chen's eyelids still hung low.
Around him was the sound of the ocean's waves.
His voice rose softly amidst the sound of the ocean's waves.
At this moment.
He only wanted to sing.
And only that once-familiar melody could make his heart cross over his regret for her.
At this moment, even if a million people were listening, he, for her alone, sang a cappella.
If the mistakes one can afford to make, one misses all of them.
There should still be time to repent.
If everything had not been laid bare.
That small storm would have been brushed aside with a laugh.
In the face of love, what is there to speak of self?
It is better to drift along and get by.
It is all my fault.
I was silent when I should not have been, and weak when I should have been brave.
If it were not for me.
I misunderstood myself as carefree, making us sad.
But the you of back then and the me of now.
If we could start over.
If only that day, we had spoken the words that needed to be said properly.
And had not clung to what should have been understood.
If only that day I had not been swayed by emotions.
What would you have done?
So many ifs, perhaps if only I.
Alas, there are no ifs, only the results remain.
Inside the small hut.
Zhang Xiao Nian had already fallen asleep.
She slept very peacefully, a smile on the corner of her lips.
A husky lay at the door.
Its two ears kept twitching.
At the entrance, Xu Zhao stood alone.
He could hear, from the beach over there, that person's singing.
This middle-aged man listened to the content of the lyrics.
Alas, there are no ifs.
End of Chapter
