4
If I hadn’t experienced what happened in my previous life,
I would have loudly told her that Pei Jinzhou liked me,
that he would never agree to get back with her, and that she should give up.
But because of my past life, I knew clearly that Pei Jinzhou’s heart was with her.
They were truly meant for each other.
“Of course, that’s no trouble at all. We’ve all seen how
things are between you and Jinzhou. He obviously hasn’t gotten over
you. If you confess, you’re sure to succeed!”
Chu Yun commented objectively.
Jian Shutong’s lips curled into a smile, and when she looked at me, her eyes shone with determination.
I didn’t care, and paid her no mind.
Two days later, Chu Yun and Pei Jinzhou’s friends discussed how to set up the perfect confession scene.
They all agreed that you see people’s true hearts in moments of crisis,
so they arranged for everyone to go white-water rafting at a mountain stream.
When we arrived, I wanted to refuse since I couldn’t swim,
but Jian Shutong pulled me onto the raft with her.
She was afraid of water and clung tightly to Pei Jinzhou.
Chu Yun got the hint, made space for them, and sat next to me.
As the raft floated down the stream,
Jian Shutong was so scared she nearly collapsed onto him.
Pei Jinzhou didn’t push her away; instead, he gently patted her back to comfort her,
“Don’t be scared, I’m here.”
His voice was incredibly gentle, as if he were coaxing a child, full of patience.
Suddenly, I remembered the early days of my marriage in my previous life.
Back then, I was full of hope for married life,
taking care of every little thing at home, wanting him to feel the warmth of family.
But one time, after he’d been out drinking, I went to pick him up.
I overheard him complaining to Jian Shutong, drunkenly saying,
“I feel like I didn’t marry a wife, but a nagging mother. She has to manage everything, always talking in my ear…”
“…I really don’t want to go home at all.”
“You’re different—you always know when to advance or retreat, never making me feel annoyed.”
In that instant, a raft behind us suddenly spun out of control and crashed into ours, jolting me out of my thoughts.
But it was too late—the raft shook violently from the impact.
I reached out to steady Chu Yun, but someone grabbed my arm.
Before I could react, with a splash, I fell into the stream.
Water rushed into my throat, making me struggle desperately for air.
In a daze, I saw Pei Jinzhou leap off the raft.
For a brief moment, hope flickered in my heart—I waved my arms, wanting him to see me.
But I watched as, without hesitation, he swam straight toward Jian Shutong.
Chu Zhi, what are you still hoping for?
I wanted to laugh, but I couldn’t.
Luckily, Chu Yun appeared in time and pulled me back to shore.
Just as I caught my breath, he said,
“The confession scene is ready—let’s go watch the excitement!”
He dragged me over to the lawn.
Pei Jinzhou’s friends had arranged a huge heart shape out of fresh flowers on the grass.
In the center were mementos from their past together: handwritten love
letters, photos of the two of them, and gifts from holidays and
birthdays.
Pei Jinzhou stood there, soaking wet, staring in a daze at everything before him.
Jian Shutong, holding a bouquet, stood in front of him, pouring out her love for him.
A gentle breeze blew by, and for the first time in a while, a ripple stirred in my otherwise calm heart.
I thought, they love each other—being together is the best arrangement.
As the crowd around us started cheering,
I clapped along and shouted, “Be together! Say yes!”
Pei Jinzhou turned to me, disbelief in his eyes.
“Chu Zhi, are you crazy? Did you forget that I’m your boyfriend?”