Chapter 11

Cirrus's outreached hand stopped in mid-air.

Vivian murmured to herself, "What a brilliant idea! Put everything to an end by pushing me down from here, and then nobody can stop you from living happily ever after with Florence White."

Embarrassed, he withdrew his hand and turned his face away. "I'm not you, who viciously murdered those who loved you. As much as I hate you and want you to disappear for good, I won't choose such a despicable way."

She turned around and looked up at his face with a sweet smile. "Cirrus, I'll return your properties to you."

"What?"

"Believe it or not, I've never wanted your properties, and I'm also sorry about the death of your parents," she explained. "Don't worry, 'cause I'll give you whatever you want."

He interrupted, "You won't."

"What if I will?"

"I want to marry Florence right now."

She nodded. "You can fulfill your dream in seven days, no, six days to be exact."

He continued, "What if I want to ruin the reputation of your family? I want you to kneel and kowtow in front of my parents' gravestones, too."

Silent for a second, she nodded. "OK, I'll kneel for them, 'cause they loved me so much and their death had something to do with me."

It did have something to do with her.

If she had not fallen for Cirrus and accepted deep affection from his parents who deemed her as their future daughter-in-law, Florence would not have killed them so brutally and ruthlessly.

Thinking of the old couple's amiable faces, Vivian felt a pang of sorrow.

"What else?" she asked.

Cirrus's voice was weakened by the loud wind. "I want you to jump down from here. Can you?"

Vivian dangled her legs in mid-air and looked down at the five-story building. There was no doubt that she would die if she jumped down from this height.

But she replied without hesitation. "I can, if this is what you want."

"In seven days, again?" Cirrus crossed his arms and said coldly. "What are you up to? Do you think you can change anything by watching stars for seven days?"

Vivian tucked her flyaway hair behind her ear and looked up at the sky, where the darkness was lit up by sparkling stars, creating a gorgeous picture. However, she did not feel delighted as usual.

"I know I can't change anything."

Just because nothing could be changed, she wished to seize every moment while she was alive.

Cirrus's voice was frigid. "I've watched the stars with you, and I don't want to spend one more second with you."

After saying that, he left resolutely.

Vivian maintained her posture, watching his car running farther and farther. Suddenly, she vomited blood onto the ground.

There was a pool of redness as big as a palm, more so than last time.

The last thing she thought before she lost consciousness was that the doctor did not lie to her — the pain of cancer was so sharp that, even with all her might, she could not hold on for longer.

Thankfully, Cirrus was not here to see this scene.

Otherwise, he would think that she was acting again.

Good for him… to leave so early.

After what seemed like a long sleep, Vivian was awakened by a familiar voice.

"Vivian, Vivian? Wake up! Why are you sleeping on the roof? Oh, wake up…"

Who was it?

Was it Cirrus?

Was he finally willing to come back to her?

Limp and exhausted, Vivian opened her eyes and found that it was already morning. The stars had been replaced by torrential rain.

The rain slanted heavily as if the sky had collapsed.

Lying in the water, she was drenched to the skin.

A gust of cold wind sent shivers down her spine. Then, she trembled violently, with her teeth chattering.

Suddenly, she felt warm on her shoulders as a coat was taken off and wrapped around her body.

Eventually, she saw the person next to her and struggled to give a wistful, bitter smile. "Here you are…"