She Lives without Regret in This Life

Chapter 1750: Chapter 1827: To Put an End to It

”Yes! It’s all old history, even things from a past life.” Sheng Ning sighed softly, her voice barely audible, as the image of Meng Ping from her previous life could no longer overlap with the one in front of her.

Sometimes fate is truly strange. What you cling to tightly in your hand, you eventually lose. And when you’ve given up, grown weary, and despairing, no longer wanting it, it’s exactly then that you can’t shake it off or throw it away.

In her past life, she was like this with Meng Ping, and in this life, she is like this with Xu Qigang as well.

Sheng Ning rested her chin on one hand, her eyelids drooping. Her thick, curled eyelashes, like little fans, concealed the emotions in her eyes. Looking back now, she felt she was truly foolish. When it comes to love, she gave her all, wholeheartedly, without complaints or regrets. She would not relent unless she hit her head against the wall until it bled.

But it really wasn’t necessary; she should learn to let go.

Unconsciously, she pressed her hand to where her heart was. Why does it still hurt to the point of being unable to breathe when she thinks about letting go?

How pathetic.

”Ningning, are you alright? Don’t be angry. Xu Qigang is just a jerk, you should dump him! Someone like that doesn’t deserve you.” Meng Ping said gleefully, ”Don’t worry, even if the whole world stops loving you, I’ll still be here! I’ll marry you and treat you well for a lifetime.”

”You...” Sheng Ning, furious, pointed at him, but her delicate white finger was quickly grasped by Meng Ping. His palm was moist with a scalding warmth, and after years of being pampered, his fingers were even more beautiful and delicate than a woman’s.

”Let go.” Her expression turned cold, and her bright, clear eyes, when looking at him, held a captivating power. ”I told you to let go.”

With just those simple words, without any visible struggle on her part, Meng Ping obediently let go of her hand.

”Ningning, are you mad?” Meng Ping cautiously asked.

Sheng Ning lowered her gaze, veiling the trace of annoyance and fatigue in her eyes.

”I came to see you today because there’s something I want to clarify.” After avoiding it for so long, it was time to bring it to a close.

”Go ahead.” Meng Ping was unexpectedly a bit nervous. He sat on the sofa to Sheng Ning’s left, crossing his legs in a relaxed manner as he watched her, trying to hide his inner unease.

”I know you like me.” She got straight to the point, but under Meng Ping’s expectant gaze, she spoke the most brutal words, ”But I don’t like you. In this lifetime, the next, and for all eternity, I will never like you.”

”...” Meng Ping’s expression completely froze, his voice pained and whispering, ”I genuinely like you, I’d do anything for you, why can’t you give me a chance?”

”I can’t bear your love; for me, it’s a burden. I don’t need excess affection.” In this lifetime, she had given all her love to the Living Yama, and there was no way to love anyone else.

And falling in love with Meng Ping was even less possible. Her love for him had already been exhausted in her past life, fading away in the endless years, in the sunless prison cell, never to exist again.

It was the Living Yama who had helped her rediscover the ability to love. Even if they wouldn’t end up together, she would never love anyone else.

Meng Ping suddenly stood up, locking his gaze on her face, wanting to scream, but in the end, he couldn’t utter a single word.

”We are relatives; in the future, we might be partners or friends. Beyond that, there will absolutely be no other relationship, so please let me go! And please let yourself go too.”

”... Fine!” He gazed at her longingly, wishing he could engrave her every move, every word, and every action deep into his soul, ”I promise you.”

”Thank you!”