Rebirth: The Comeback of the Girl
Chapter 190: Regretting the Past

Chapter 190: Chapter 190: Regretting the Past

After writing the paragraph above, Han Mingyue rested for a long time.

Han Jiayang forcibly moved the computer, intending to help him lie down to rest.

But Han Mingyue refused to do so, and as soon as he regained his senses, he started demanding the computer with a stern attitude.

He stubbornly gestured with his right hand to Han Jiayang, indicating that he would not give up without the computer.

Zhen Yu guessed that this probably meant "give me five minutes."

Eventually, Han Jiayang gave in.

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"Xiao Yu! I hope that in the future, when you think of me, you can just smile...

Over these years, I’ve tried several times to confess, but you coldly interrupted me each time.

You refused to listen to any words related to this matter; I don’t know why.

But I’m certain that you liked me.

I thought to myself, good things take time, let’s take it slowly, I’m not in a rush, one day you will understand me.

But who knew...

I’ll just silently say goodbye to you!

Let you think that I’m still in this world,

but from now on, I’ll cut off contact with you, no longer help you, nor see you..."

After Han Mingyue finished writing the last passage, he suddenly collapsed towards the direction of a photo frame.

Han Jiayang hurried over to support him, while Zhen Yu’s vision went dark, and she could see nothing.

At that moment, Zhen Yu’s mind was filled with endless regret!

How could she have been so foolish in her previous life?

Back then, she was terrified that whatever he would confess would be a veiled rejection, so she always hurriedly interrupted him and refused to listen to a single word!

She always thought, as long as it’s not made clear, they could remain friends forever.

She didn’t ask for anything else, that was enough for her.

But she never realized that those words she cut off were exactly what she wanted to hear but never dared to hope for.

When she heard Mrs. Han saying ’the two people liked each other’, she was still hesitant to believe it, but now there was no doubt!

How wonderful it would have been if she had been braver back then!

Unfortunately, time hastens white hair, and some days can’t be revisited.

What’s missed is missed, what’s lost is lost.

Whether it’s regret or remorse, this missed opportunity is for a lifetime.

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"Xiao Yu! Xiao Yu!" Han Mingyue gently pushed the girl lying on the bed. His mother had asked him to bring food, but Zhen Yu’s eyes were tightly closed, and she did not respond despite his calling.

Suddenly, a tear rolled from the corner of the girl’s eye to her temple. Han Mingyue frowned slightly and reached out to wipe it.

But from the first tear, Zhen Yu’s tears did not stop. Han Mingyue wiped a few times then gave up; he called her again, but she still did not respond.

What exactly happened to her?!

Han Mingyue thought of getting up to find his father for help, but just as he half stood up, the hem of his clothes was grabbed.

She woke up!

Han Mingyue quickly turned around and sat back down, "Xiao..."

He had barely uttered a word when Zhen Yu hugged him, leaving Han Mingyue at a loss, his arms outstretched somewhat blankly.

And for Zhen Yu, who moved too briskly, it felt as though her head had just exploded. Yet the physical discomfort was nothing compared to a fraction of what she felt inside.

Emotions accumulated in a box and in photos, always suppressed by her. Han Mingyue’s appearance had become the last straw that broke Zhen Yu.

She buried her head in his chest, closed her eyes, and tears silently flowed.

As she cried, she suddenly called out to him softly, "Ming Yue..." her tone lingering and sorrowful.

Han Mingyue felt a lump in his throat, and a vague heaviness in his heart. What to do? He was becoming increasingly curious about her secrets.

This was the second time today she had called him by his name without his surname. He could feel that her previous call was filled with surprise, but now her voice was filled with sadness and depression.

The hem of his T-shirt was soaked by her tears, and Han Mingyue could feel the chill of the wet fabric against his skin.

Seeing the girl’s shoulders trembling from crying, he clenched his fists, then slowly brought his hands together and hugged Zhen Yu back.

Zhen Yu was momentarily stunned; this intimacy contrasted sharply with the aloofness of their past lives, bringing her sudden intense sadness, and the last bit of rationality in her mind popped like a soap bubble and disappeared.

She tightly wrapped her arms around Han Mingyue’s waist, crying out loudly, her cries filled with deep sorrow, while repeatedly murmuring Han Mingyue’s name...

Han Mingyue hadn’t expected that his attempt at comforting her would make her cry even harder, so he quickly began to gently pat her back, "Xiao Yu, be good, stop crying. Good! Xiao Yu, stop crying now, please!..."

He clumsily seemed to know only this phrase, but gradually, Zhen Yu started to smile through her tears, thinking to herself, "So he’s still the same Han Mingyue who can’t comfort girls!"

The youth from her past and present lives slowly merged together in Zhen Yu’s heart, and she couldn’t help but nuzzle her head gently into his chest, which caused his patting hand to stiffen.

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Until Zhen Yu couldn’t stop hiccupping from crying, Han Mingyue couldn’t find ’new lines’. Eventually, his back-patting hand changed to gently stroking her hair, and that was all.

Zhen Yu’s crying made her head spin more and more, not only seeing stars but also feeling a bit oxygen-deprived, and gradually, she stopped making a sound.

"Xiao Yu...you, you must be hungry? The food has gone cold, let me get you some fresh," the room was quiet, and Han Mingyue’s voice was gentle as if he was afraid of making her cry again.

He really wanted to ask Zhen Yu why she was crying, but clearly, it wasn’t a good time.

"Hmm," Zhen Yu sniffled, her voice hoarse, then she said, "I’m not hungry! I want to wash my face."

As she spoke, she tried to sit up, but as she propped up half her body, she felt the room spinning and collapsed back onto the bed.

"Stay lying down! I’ll get you some water."

"No need! I, I also need to go to the bathroom."

Han Mingyue pressed his lips together, then slowly helped her up, "Take it slow! Don’t bend down! I’ll help you with your shoes."

The bathroom was just outside, not too far away.

Just as Han Mingyue was helping Zhen Yu out of the room, Mrs. Han came to meet them.

"Xiao Yu needs the bathroom, right? Let Auntie accompany you."

Zhen Yu, having learned from a few mishaps, moved slowly with her head down, which allowed Mrs. Han to see her swollen red eyes.

"Han Mingyue! Did you bully Xiao Yu?! Look how you’ve made her cry! You’re really making me angry today!" Mrs. Han roared at her eldest son.

After taking Zhen Yu from him, she raised her hand and slapped his back.

"It’s not him! Not him, Auntie!" Zhen Yu hurriedly explained, "He didn’t upset me! No one did!"

"Then why are you crying?" Mrs. Han initially doubted, then guessed, "Headache? Feeling unwell?"

"Yes!" Zhen Yu replied without any hesitation; there was no other reason she could give.

Mrs. Han already knew what had happened, thinking about how the young girl got injured while saving her own son, she couldn’t help but sigh, "Oh dear! You child! It was so dangerous! Why didn’t you take more care of yourself?"

After saying this, a sudden realization struck Mrs. Han, and she glanced at her eldest son; she seemed to understand something.