After Breaking Up, I Married the Dying Tycoon in a Flash-Chapter 396: Long River of Dim Lights (End)

She seemed to see Lu Zhonian approaching from not far away, holding her favorite irises in his hand.

In fact, when a person is on the verge of death, where do they find the energy to deliver so-called last words?

Song Nian felt that all the strength in her body had been drained, even slowly blinking felt exhausting.

The last glance she gave Lu Zhonian was nothing more than a silent gaze.

The space between them was clearly so close, just a few steps, yet life and death lay like an impassable chasm, with no chance of taking one more step across.

Song Nian slowly closed her eyes; she felt that she had no regrets, at least in the last moment of life, she had gotten everything she wanted.

Yet if possible, she still hoped that this time could last a little longer; she wanted to accompany Lu Zhonian more, to extend the length of their love as much as possible.

But all she could do was look at him, with a faint smile playing on her lips, she slowly closed her eyes.

Something seemed to fracture in Lu Zhonian’s eyes. Song Nian’s last conscious feeling in this world was of Lu Zhonian’s cold hand, holding hers tightly.

He said, "Nian Nian... stay, don’t go."

In the quiet bedroom, Lu Zhonian held Song Nian’s hand tightly, feeling her warmth slipping away from his fingertips. After a long bout of stiffness, he felt something in his body that had been taut all along finally unable to bear the burden, bleeding profusely. He closed his eyes, weeping aloud, his heart-wrenching cries echoed through the room.

He always thought his heart was cold as ice, but it turned out Song Nian was always all of his tenderness and compassion.

Lu Zhonian had cried all the tears he had in his life.

Deep autumn in Switzerland, the air was cold and clear.

Lu Zhonian held a funeral for Song Nian, bringing the Lu Family members from far away, weary from travel.

Lu Mingfang and Lu Zhonian’s parents were also present. Everyone originally wanted to comfort Lu Zhonian to mourn in moderation, but seeing the man’s ashen face, those flimsy words of solace ultimately remained unvoiced.

Candles in the memorial hall burned steadily, winding up from the foot of the hill, a trail of eternal flames lit.

In the heavy night, a strange flicker of lights layered upon layers.

Lu Zhonian sat in the memorial hall, watching Song Nian lying in the ice coffin, her face serene and gentle.

She did not seem dead, more like she was just sleeping.

Lu Zhonian’s hand touched the cold coffin, his fingertips trembling.

He lowered his gaze, emotions obscure and surging in his eyes, the mélange of intense feelings mixed together, making it hard to discern his true emotions.

"Nian Nian... you had promised me you would seek treatment properly. Why did you trick me to go out and buy things, why did you make me watch you leave without even saying a final goodbye?" Lu Zhonian paused, his hand tracing the contour of Song Nian’s face on the cold transparent glass.

"Do you still blame me? Blame me for wanting to keep you at the Lu Family back then?" Lu Zhonian chuckled with a sorrowful smile, his eyes redder than ever. He said, "You must think I’ve forgotten, right? But actually... I remember everything."

The first time young Lu Zhonian saw Song Nian, the frail and thin child stood at the entrance of the gloomy hallway, tentatively stepping inside. Her silhouette was faintly trembling, exuding a look of fear.

And he just stood behind her, watching her confusion and bewilderment, utterly lost.

Lu Zhonian was never one to be nosy, even in his youth, cultivating a heart of stone.

But watching Little Song Nian fall and get up time and time again, a strange sentiment began spreading in his heart.

He eventually approached her, with a sense of trial and curiosity, wanting to see what this little girl actually looked like.

In this orphanage, what should a person struggling for survival be like?

Lu Zhonian originally thought he would see a face marred by worry and frailty.

But Song Nian had bright eyes and brows, even in disarray her gaze was clear, her expression was delightful.

She looked at him as if curious.

This corridor was originally going to be sealed off, the orphanage was to be renovated and all the plans had to start over from scratch.

He asked her why she insisted on walking this way, Song Nian said it was close to her bedroom from here, she always took this route.

So, he told her, in some time, the corridor would be fitted with streetlights, a lot and a lot of them.

Song Nian was very happy, she did not hide her emotions, admiration spread in her eyes, she looked at Lu Zhonian with expectancy, her voice chirping, "Then I won’t be afraid of the dark when I go back, thank you, little brother."

Lu Zhonian said there’s no need for thanks.

Actually, what he wanted to say was, this was merely a trivial matter, one shouldn’t be so moved and grateful for a little kindness from others.

But reason told Lu Zhonian, there was no need to speak these words, there wouldn’t be any more interaction between the two. His momentary act of compassion might be the closest they would ever be in this lifetime.

But later on, the Lu Family brought her before him.

Lu Zhonian had not expected, this person would be Song Nian.

He did not want to meddle, but upon discovering the visitor was Song Nian, he found himself descending the stairs as if possessed.

He looked at the girl standing isolated among a crowd of middle-aged people, and said softly, "Come with me."

It was a serious proposition, and the reason was simple, Lu Zhonian believed in destiny.

If fate decreed for Song Nian to appear again and again, then he accepted his fate.

Moreover, Lu Zhonian thought, to foster a little sprout like her was well within his means.

If she stayed by his side, he could install many lights at the Lu Family, even if she was afraid of the dark, she wouldn’t be scared to tears.

And now, Lu Zhonian pushed open the lid of the ice coffin, he stepped in with composure and lay down beside Song Nian.

A satisfied expression appeared on Lu Zhonian’s face, he raised his hand, gently caressed her pale face from loss of blood.

"Nian Nian, at that time, I recognized you and decided to keep you; I always, always wanted to take good care of you, it’s just that I didn’t do enough, my bad."

Speaking thus, he slowly closed his eyes, turned towards her, and pulled Song Nian into his embrace.

Pain flared up at his heart, he frowned slightly, enduring the physical discomfort and said with calm, "I always... used to make you sad before, not anymore, if there is an afterlife, I will listen to everything you say. Nian Nian, if there truly is a next life, I hope I can suffer all the hardships you’ve endured, so you don’t have to be tossed around, so you are spared from a life of illness."

As he spoke, he could no longer contain himself, and dark-colored blood trickled from the corner of his lips.

He held Song Nian even tighter, feeling the intense pain spreading, followed by numbness of the body.

How lonely this world is, I was barely holding on, if you’re not here, in the days to come, I don’t even know, how I should go on living.

Lu Zhonian closed his eyes, feeling his blood slowly cease to flow, he saw Song Nian’s figure shift from blurry to vivid, standing not far away, smiling and waving at him. She said, "Lu Zhonian, come with me."