Starting over, Zhuang Ling certainly wouldn't leave any regrets behind. So, after careful consideration, he said to Shu Boheng, "I... heard from your assistant. Ah Heng, since that's the case, why don't I be the one to direct this movie?"

Shu Boheng looked at himself, unable to believe it. He added, "Coincidentally... I haven't had much work lately..."

"...".

"What's wrong, Zhuang Ling?"

"What happened?"

"If you're here to make fun of me, then I advise you..."

"Leisure?" Zhuang Ling raised his tone. "How could you use such a word? I, Zhuang Ling, am not so bored as to pass the time with such an important matter. Shu Boheng, what exactly do you want, for you to believe me?" Believe me, I really just want to make up for the mistake I made.

Unexpectedly, Shu Boheng laughed. "Trust you? Which 'you' should I trust? The 'you' from a few days ago who said they would only turn around if I died, or this inexplicable 'you' from the past couple of days?"

"......"

"Zhuang Ling, I don't have the courage or the energy to play with you anymore."

"Shu Boheng, what do you mean..."

Shu Boheng did not respond to him anymore. He closed his eyes and tilted his head to one side, saying, "You can go. The contract will expire in ten days, and then you will be free."

When Zhuang Ling was fifteen and had no other options, he sold himself to Tianheng. At that time, Shu Boheng was also going through his most difficult period. As a semi-grown child, he had to shoulder a heavy burden of debt. Hearing that starting an economic company could bring in money quickly, he took a gamble and sold everything his family had, pouring all the money into registering Tianheng.

Even though a long time has passed, Zhuang Ling still remembers that morning.

My immature self stopped the exhausted yet sharp-edged Shu Boheng and said, "I can help you, will you help me too?"

"I don't want to leave!" These words were blurted out by Zhuang Ling, with her eyes becoming slightly red.

Perhaps because the atmosphere around him was too chaotic, Shu Boheng finally opened his eyes.

"Why bother?" he said.

"Why bother?" Zhang Ling didn't know. All he knew was that if he walked through that door, he would probably regret it for the rest of his life.

In my previous life, I witnessed Shu Boheng's death with my own eyes. I personally attended his funeral and heard firsthand those "facts". How can I turn around and leave without any resentment?

"Shu Boheng, please don't be in a hurry to chase me away. Give me a chance to understand my heart. Ten days, just ten days. If, after ten days, I still... then we will set each other free."

After a long time of silence, just when he thought Shu Boheng wouldn't answer, he finally said a soft "okay".

Zhuang Ling felt a great burden lifted off his shoulders. He instinctively brushed aside a strand of hair that was hanging on the side of his face and whispered in the person's ear, "You, you rest well. I'll come back tomorrow."

After speaking, he looked at him blankly for a moment, then got up and walked towards the door without noticing that behind him, Shu Boheng clenched his body forcefully, pressing his left hand on his abdomen, his expression filled with pain and dripping with cold sweat.

Zhuang Ling pushed open the door to the hospital room and narrowly avoided colliding with the disheveled Zhou Cheng.

Zhuang Ling?! Why haven't you disappeared yet?

"Who do you think is lingering like a ghost? How did this lackey of yours come back again?"

"Who are you calling a lackey? Zhuang Ling, you..." He leaned in close to his ear and whispered, "Are you not satisfied with how much I've already provoked him?"

Why did I provoke him? I brought porridge for him to eat.

"Did he eat then?"

......

"Why did you leave without eating?" he asked, as he reached in to check, but to his astonishment, he turned pale. "Bo Heng!"