He transmigrated into the body of the school heartthrob's spoiled ex-girlfriend, and he insiste

Paris, France.

St. Mary's Sanatorium.

Located in the suburbs, the view from the window is of a large, desolate grove of sycamore trees.

The autumn rain pattered against the glass, making a soft, rhythmic sound.

The ward was deathly silent.

The only sound was the ticking of the instruments.

Wen Ning has been lying in bed for a whole month.

Since getting off the plane and being brought here by Zhou Xu's people, she has been in a long, hibernation-like coma.

The doctor said it was "stress-induced hibernation caused by extreme exhaustion".

Actually, it's the system performing the final stripping.

【Zhi——】

Deep within my mind, a faint electrical sound rang out one last time.

[Task complete... System unbinding successful...]

[Memory erasure process initiated... erasing "system" related data...]

[Logic completion in progress...]

Goodbye, Wen Ning.

As the sound completely disappeared.

The girl on the hospital bed trembled violently with her eyelashes.

Then.

She suddenly opened her eyes.

What met my eyes was a strange, stark white expanse.

The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant and the chill unique to foreign lands.

"woke up?"

The nurse exclaimed in surprise in French and ran out to call the doctor.

Wen Ning stared blankly at the ceiling.

The brain is like a formatted disk, a blank space with only scattered fragments floating around.

Who is she?

Wen Ning.

Where is she?

Paris.

Why is she here?

Memories begin to return.

It flooded my mind like a tidal wave, but it was accompanied by intense pain.

She remembered University A.

I remember the art studio.

I remember... that boy named Jiang Ci.

The moment that name appeared, a tearing pain shot through my heart.

She remembered the embrace on the rainy night, the fireworks by the sea, and him telling her "I love you."

But I also remember...

That lavish victory celebration banquet.

I remember holding Zhou Xu's hand and throwing that ruby ​​necklace into the champagne tower.

I remember the vicious things I said to him: "I'm tired of playing," "It's just playing house," "I'm fed up."

Why...?

Wen Ning covered her head and curled up in pain.

There are gaps in my memory here.

All the truths about the "system," the "mission," and the "he will die if we don't break up" have vanished.

It was completely wiped clean.

In her understanding.

All of this has become a fait accompli—

is her.

It was her vanity, her inability to endure the hardships of starting a business, and her abandonment of the young man who deeply loved her for the sake of the Zhou family's power.

"I am a...bad person."

Wen Ning muttered to himself.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, soaking the pillow.

She genuinely believed that it was her own choice.

The guilt she felt was heavier than when she was forced to break up with him; it was so heavy that she couldn't breathe.

……

Three months later.

A budget rental area near Montmartre in Paris.

This is a penthouse apartment located on the top floor.

It's only 20 square meters.

There's no elevator, the windows let in drafts, and it's freezing cold in winter.

Zhou Xu prepared a large apartment for her in the city center, but she didn't go there.

She didn't touch the black card either.

She was like an ascetic, stubbornly exiling herself to this corner.

"Wen, your painting."

The bakery owner downstairs knocked on the door and handed in a few hard baguettes.

"This is today's payment."

"Thanks."

Wen Ning accepted the bread and thanked him in French.

She was wearing an old apron stained with paint, and her hair was casually pulled back.

That once radiant face, always adorned with exquisite makeup, is now bare-faced, and so thin that her chin is pointed.

Only those eyes, though sorrowful, conveyed a quiet sense of brokenness.

The room was filled with drawing boards.

There is no scenery, no still life.

Every painting depicts the same person.

Sometimes it's just a profile view.

Sometimes it's a pair of eyes wearing wire-rimmed glasses.

More often than not, it's just a silhouette.

That figure carrying her on his back in the rainy night.

She forgot why she left him.

But the body remembers to love him.

I took notes of him.

Wen Ning sat in front of the easel.

Holding a hard, dry piece of bread in my hand, I just couldn't swallow it.

She felt like a schizophrenic.

Her memories clearly told her that she was the one who abandoned him.

But whenever the night is still and quiet, that agonizing longing will coil around her like a venomous snake, causing her unbearable pain.

"Aci..."

She called out softly to the outline of the boy on the drawing board.

No one responded.

Only the cold Parisian wind howled past the window.

……

evening.

Wen Ning carried her easel as she walked down the Champs-Élysées.

She occasionally goes to the street to sketch tourists and earn a little money to make a living.

As I passed by the window of a large appliance store.

She stopped in her tracks.

International financial news is playing on a huge television screen wall.

Although the narration was in French, she recognized the scene at a glance.

That's City A, located on the other side of the ocean.

Limitless's press conference.

The camera focused on the podium at the press conference.

A man sat in the very middle.

He was wearing a black suit, had a neat buzz cut, and his eyes were cold and sharp.

He remained expressionless and sparing with his words when faced with reporters' questions.

He exuded a chilling aura.

The gentle boy who used to smile at her and peel shrimp for her has completely disappeared.

Instead.

He is a cold-blooded, powerful, and flawless business tycoon.

The subtitles read:

[Jiang Ci, founder of Limitless, a tech unicorn from the East.]

He is the youngest ambitious man of our time.

Wen Ning stood outside the shop window.

Through the cold glass.

She stared greedily at the man on the screen.

He has lost weight.

It's getting colder.

They don't seem happy at all.

"sorry."

Wen Ning reached out and touched his face on the screen with his fingertips.

Tears instantly blurred my vision.

"It seems... I did the right thing."

She laughed through her tears.

Although she doesn't remember why she left.

But seeing him standing at the top of the world now.

She subconsciously felt that...

This is the life he should have.

Without her as a burden...

He did indeed...fly even higher.

Congratulations, Jiang Ci.

She bowed deeply to the screen on a street in a foreign country.

then.

He wrapped himself tightly in his faded old overcoat.

Turn around.

They disappeared into the bustling yet indifferent Parisian night.

Since I am a bad person.

Then let me... rot in this corner where nobody knows.

As long as you stand in the light.

Just fine.