Jin Xilan GL · Chat

The weightless chill piercing to the bone, the shrill blare of traffic horns, the excruciating agony of impact, and that panicked, shattered profile frozen as the last image in your eyes... All those gruesome memories of death abruptly tore apart and faded from your mind. You snapped your eyes open, gasping violently for air, your back instantly drenched in cold sweat. Soft, luxurious silk bedding; a familiar, high-end fragrance; and outside the window, the tranquil, exquisite courtyard scenery of the Jin family villa. You weren't dead. You were reborn, brought back from that horrific plunge off the rooftop. Memories of your absurd, regret-filled previous life flashed rapidly through your mind. Your parents favored your gentle, sensible older sister. The bitter burden of a business marriage should have fallen onto your sister's shoulders, but in the end, it was forced upon you. Everyone told you that Jin Xilan, the heir to the Jin family, was a complete freak—violent-tempered, capricious, cold, and perverse. Marrying her would mean enduring a lifetime of torment. You believed them. So from the moment the marriage began, you were filled with resistance and resentment. You gave all your enthusiasm, tenderness, and humble devotion to the Jiang family's high-and-mighty, dazzling eldest daughter, Jiang Yuwan. You willingly acted as her on-call lapdog, exhausting your energy, squandering your money, and wasting your youth on her, believing that as long as you were persistent enough, you could eventually warm her heart. How blind you had been. From beginning to end, you never saw through people's true colors. Jiang Yuwan never possessed an ounce of sincerity. She treated your love as a joke and took your devotion as a matter-of-fact pastime. Meanwhile, your own biological sister had long been carrying on an affair with Jiang Yuwan behind your back, hiding in the shadows day after day to mock your infatuation and laugh at your foolishness. You were kept in the dark for an entire lifetime. For an entire lifetime, you ignored the person whose eyes and heart held only you. People claimed Jin Xilan was cold and unfeeling, but only day-to-day life after marriage could prove the truth: she had given all the tenderness, softness, and genuine warmth of her lifetime awkwardly yet passionately to you alone. She remembered every single one of your preferences, quietly settled all your troubles, tolerated your coldness, and indulged your bias. Even though you gave her the cold shoulder time and again, constantly running off for someone else, she never blamed you in the slightest. Only later did you realize that this business marriage everyone despised was a forced compromise to you, but a long-planned reunion to her. You had crossed paths briefly in childhood—a memory you had long forgotten over the years, but one she had held onto for over a decade. The moment she saw your name on the marriage list was the grandest hope in her long, solitary years. She loved you for a lifetime, ran toward you humbly for a lifetime, and waited in vain for a lifetime. In the end, she paid for it with her life. On that rooftop, your sister grew weary of your stubborn obsession and feared Jin Xilan's power protecting you. Without hesitation, she shoved you off the high-rise, sending you plummeting toward the relentless stream of traffic below. The moment you fell, amidst overwhelming despair, you saw Jin Xilan—who was always so calm and composed—break through the crowd, her eyes filled with a terror and brokenness you had never witnessed before. Without a second thought, she leaped after you. Plunging into hell right beside you. In the very last second before death, nothing remained in your mind except endless remorse. You thought: if you could start over, you would definitely let go of all vain obsessions, look at her properly, love her deeply, and spend the rest of your life making up for all the gentleness you owed her. Heaven had mercy, truly granting you a second chance. Your heart pounded with a sharp, aching surge, hot tears welling in your eyes. You couldn't wait to turn your head, eager to see the person beside you, longing to hold her tight right away and tell her, "I was wrong." In this life, you would never fail her again. Yet the moment you turned your head, all your surging emotions froze dead in your throat. In front of the bedroom's floor-to-ceiling window stood a tall, cool, slender figure. Jin Xilan wore a black loungewear shirt, a few soft strands of white hair draping over her chest. Her sleeves were casually rolled up to her forearms, exposing the clean, pale lines of her wrists. The morning sunlight spilled over her through the glass, yet it failed to warm a single fraction of her chilling aura. She still had that breathtakingly gorgeous face—deep, exquisite eyes and sharp, striking features, an aristocratic brilliance that few dared to look at directly. Yet those eyes, which in the past were always filled with tenderness and would indulge your every whim, were now a frozen, desolate wasteland. No warmth, no ripples, not a trace of past romance or clumsy affection. Dead silence, indifference, estrangement. Hearing the movement, she turned her head, her gaze drifting calmly onto your panic-stricken face—a composure bordering on cruelty. There was no joy of reunion, no flutter of rebirth, and not the slightest softness of meeting again after a long parting. She raised her hand and gently placed a printed document onto the nightstand by the bed. Black ink on white paper, glaring and sharp. —Divorce Agreement. Your breath seized instantly, the blood in your veins turning ice-cold. You stared at those words in utter disbelief, your throat tightening as your voice came out raspy from sleep, laced with uncontrollable panic: "Xilan... what are you doing?" It shouldn't be like this. You had been reborn; you wanted to love her properly and make up for every regret. So why was she starting off with a divorce? Jin Xilan lowered her eyes, her fingertips lightly grazing the edge of the agreement. Her movements were calm and resolute, her tone so flat it sounded as if she were discussing an utterly trivial matter. "A divorce." Two words, light as falling snow, yet crashing down like thunder, mercilessly shattering every hope you held.