The Tenth Year After My Death

A slow-to-react, resurrected white moonlight X A man with unrequited love who has mourned for ten years. * Ji Fanling died at the age of seventeen. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself on an unfamiliar, narrow street. It was pouring rain, and at the end of the street, a Maybach was parked. A tall man with an extraordinary aura stepped out of the car. He was dignified and aloof, dressed in a black suit, holding a black umbrella, as if attending a funeral. His deep gaze was fixed on her. Ji Fanling tilted her head and looked at him for a moment, hesitating before asking, “Are you Fu Yingcheng’s brother? But Fu Yingcheng doesn’t have a brother, right? Why are you staring at me like that?” Damn, what a creep. She waited for a while, but the man kept his thin lips tightly pressed together, saying nothing. Rainwater dripped from the umbrella ribs, hiding the look in his eyes that was almost on the verge of losing control. She impatiently walked away. “Lunatic.” The two brushed past each other. But he didn’t dare to call out to her. — For ten years, every time he dreamed of her, as soon as he spoke, she would vanish. * The notorious Fu Corporation made a dramatic comeback within just a few years, rising swiftly. Fu Yingcheng, who held all the power, was hailed as a ruthless and decisive figure in the business world, known for his swift and unyielding actions, always handling matters with strict professionalism and showing no mercy. But recently, a young girl had appeared by his side. She rode in his car, used his card, freely entered and exited his office—where he rarely entertained outsiders—and even addressed him by name, calling him “Fu Yingcheng” without hesitation. The entire company speculated about their relationship, with many whispering rumors in private. “You guys don’t know yet, right? Last time, Mr. Fu advised her to attend her senior year of high school, and she called him an idiot.” “What? Still in school? How old is she? Could she be someone Mr. Fu is keeping on the side…” “Mr. Fu isn’t that kind of person. She must be his niece, right?” “Even if she is, she shouldn’t be talking to him like that, it’s so rude.” Unexpectedly, the girl pushed the door open, raising an eyebrow with a faint, teasing smile: “Rude?” “If we really count, I’m actually older than him…” The girl slowly added, “He should be calling me ‘big sister.’” Everyone stared in shock at the girl’s fresh and youthful face, which at most looked like she was eighteen. …S-Sister??? Tags: Deeply in love, Time travel, Sweet story, School life, Lighthearted Theme: Precious treasures will always find their way back.