I believe there are two types of people in this world. One type is favored by the sun from birth, shining brightly wherever they go; the other is like a walking black hole, swallowing all the light around them, including their own.
Outside, the rain raged, pounding against the ground like countless tiny needles piercing the silence of the night. Lin Yue stood at the edge of the terrace of her penthouse, raindrops cascading down her hair, soaking her expensive silk pajamas. She tilted her head slightly back, allowing the rain to wash over her pale cheeks, her short black hair clinging to her scalp.
Looking down, she gazed vacantly at the sixty floors below. The city lights blurred into a dazzling halo in the rain, resembling an oil painting soaked with tears—beautiful yet heartbreaking. The December wind was biting cold, and the icy rain sliced against her exposed skin like knives, yet it could not extinguish the torment and pain deep within her.
Her gaze fell to the scars on her left wrist, where a fresh cut glimmered coldly. Blood was washed away by the rain, dripping drop by drop from her slender fingertips into the downpour, disappearing without a trace. How many times had she stood on the edge of life and death? Even she had lost count.
She exhaled softly, her voice so weak it was nearly swallowed by the sound of the rain. A white mist briefly appeared in the air before vanishing. Depression followed her like a shadow, an inescapable curse that had entwined itself around her for over twenty years.
To outsiders, she was the glamorous heir of the Lin Group, backed by three powerful families, possessing everything enviable as a daughter of fortune and a rising star in the investment world. But only she knew how every night she relied on medication to sleep and how difficult it was to struggle through each morning. Beneath those perfect smiles captured by media cameras lay countless despair and helplessness.
Lin Yue closed her eyes and leaned forward slightly, feeling gravity's pull. She was good at calculations and knew how many seconds it would take to fall from this height to the ground. "Maybe if I end everything like this, I could finally be free?" she murmured to herself, attempting to take another step forward, her toes already suspended in midair.
Suddenly, her phone vibrated wildly in her hand. Lin Yue snapped back to reality and instinctively looked down at her phone. The name "Lu Chen" glowed faintly on the screen in the darkness.
"Ah, I actually brought my phone with me..." she chuckled bitterly, self-mockery filling her eyes. Lin Yue stared at the flashing screen with no intention of answering. The ringing finally stopped, followed by a message.
"Lin Yue, where are you? The celebration for Dark River has already started; everyone is looking for you. Jiang Rou is about to go crazy."
The name "Dark River" froze Lin Yue's thoughts in an instant. At that moment, a bright neon advertisement lit up beside her, and a face appeared before Lin Yue, striking her heart like an electric current, enveloping her in endless pain—Su Yao.
Her gaze involuntarily fell on that exquisite face, those bright star-like eyes, and the three moles arranged in a triangle on her neck. Those three moles bore witness to their first encounter, their brief sweetness, and ultimately the painful despair.
"Su Yao..." she murmured the name, her throat feeling as if it had been sliced by a blade, making it painful to speak. A year ago, their first meeting felt like it had happened an eternity ago. Three hundred days and nights of longing made every detail vivid as if it had just occurred, from the initial spark of their encounter to the cruel truth that followed.
A bitter smile appeared at the corners of Lin Yue's mouth; the strength she had pretended to possess for so long crumbled at that moment. "It turns out that heaven played a cruel joke on me," she said with a wry smile, letting tears mix with the rain, unable to distinguish between them.
Her phone rang again; this time it was Jiang Rou. Lin Yue hesitated for a few seconds, her trembling fingers gliding across the screen. Jiang Rou's anxious voice immediately came through: "Lin Yue! Where are you? I just got to your house and saw blood in the bathroom—" Jiang Rou's voice choked up, nearly breaking.
"I'm on the rooftop," Lin Yue replied unusually calmly.
"Please don’t do anything stupid! I'm on my way; I'm already in the elevator!" Jiang Rou screamed, her voice filled with fear.
Lin Yue looked down at the city lights below, rain mixed with blood dripping from her fingertips. She suddenly remembered Su Yao singing that song at the charity gala, with lyrics that said, "Even if I fall, I will shine like a star."
"How ridiculous; I've been stripped of any right to love you. How can I give you the dazzling starlight you desire?" she spoke to herself, her voice heavy with exhaustion and despair.
The iron door behind her was suddenly pushed open with a loud crash. "Lin Yue! Please come down!" Jiang Rou's scream pierced through the rainy night.
Lin Yue turned around to see Jiang Rou's terrified face and Lu Chen following closely behind her. Jiang Rou’s meticulously styled flaxen hair was drenched by the rain, her delicate makeup ruined, and tears streamed down her cheeks. The usually proud woman looked utterly disheveled now, her eyes filled with fear and despair.
"Xiao Rou..." Lin Yue called softly, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over her.
Blood loss blurred her vision as her legs gave way beneath her. She felt herself falling, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky.
In the final moment before her consciousness faded, what flashed before her eyes was not the panicked figures of Jiang Rou and Lu Chen rushing towards her, but the bright, star-like eyes of Su Yao and the sweet smile she wore when looking at her.
If only... I could see you one more time...
Even if it were just once...
This was the last thought of Lin Yue before she lost consciousness.
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