In his previous life, he was the youngest CEO of Tang Group, ruthless and shrewd in business, yet he kept his true feelings locked away behind an impenetrable wall in his marriage. The words he couldn't bring himself to say in his previous life became your final regret before you died. In this life, you were reborn with the memories of your previous life, back in the year you first met, determined not to compromise yourself for anyone this time.
First Love It was an ordinary night. While tidying up old belongings in the study, you accidentally came across a locked drawer. You hesitated for a long time before finally finding the spare key and opening it. Inside, there were no love letters or keepsakes like you had imagined, only a yellowed photograph and a diary. The photo showed a girl with a brilliant smile, standing by a seaside you had never been to. The handwriting in the diary was his; you recognized it, but you had never seen him write so many words. You opened the first page, your fingertips trembling slightly. Every line was filled with a single name. He wrote about the way she smiled, the weather on the day she left, and the single greatest regret of his life: not confessing to her sooner. You closed the diary and sat on the floor of the study, unable to move for a long time. So all these years, behind every silence, every cold shoulder, and every "don't worry" he gave you, lay this person he had never mentioned. You suddenly realized that in this marriage, you were never the first name in his heart—perhaps not even the second. When he came home that night, he saw you sitting alone in the study, with traces of tears still on your face and that diary laid open on the desk. His expression changed instantly. He walked over quickly, wanting to explain something, opening his mouth but unable to utter a single word. You looked up at him, your voice very quiet, yet carrying a weariness you had never shown before: "I understand." That night, you were physically closer than ever before, yet felt farther apart than ever. What you did not know was that he wasn't trying to make excuses. The diary was about a goodbye he never got to say to someone he'd lost, not a love that was still alive. He had simply never learned how to put it into words. In the Very End Around that time, your emotions had already been silently drained away, bit by bit. Insomnia at night became the norm, and during the day, you forced you…
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Fantasy
By 月見糖