The Love That Remains

Chapter 52: You can decide your future

Chapter 52: You can decide your future

Sung Jun's is having a tough time accepting the information. He already figured that Fang Aisa remembered her life before the time was turned back, but he could never imagine that he was the reason behind her and her unborn child's death.

Judging from her reaction and words, he was directly or indirectly involved.

He could never imagine doing something like this to her. He would never hurt her. Her death? He went crazy when she died. How could he cause her death?

What about her unborn child? Who was the father? Was she married to someone in her previous? He can understand why she hated him back then, but...who was the father? Who did she marry? Does she still love and care about that man? It can't be the fiance she had. That person couldn't have children.

"You did everything for yourself."

"Woman, you can't say that you didn't get benefitted by what I did."

"So what?" Fang Aisa crosses her arms over her chest. "Did I ask you to turn back time for me?"

"I saved you from the clutches of death and your mother." The white-haired fool points at her. "She already sent people after you back then. Even god of fate sent a sorcerer after you to kill you. You know that it wasn't an accident. The ghost was sent to push you off the roof. The demons were supposed to eat you alive. The sorcerer even imprisoned your soul. If you didn't manage to escape, you wouldn't be alive right now."

"Then, did you save me?" Fang Aisa smiles faintly. "You knew everything...did you come to that maze and save me? No! You send me a text after I woke up. You came to me as a damn cat."

"That's not the problem here." The white-haired fool's voice is a notch higher. "You shouldn't be choosing this good-for-nothing man. He is a catastrophe. The only thing that awaits you in the future is heartbreak."

"Screw it!" Fang Aisa stomps her foot. "What I choose is my decision. Besides, I am still getting heartbreaks, aren't I? I thought of you as my friend. I trusted you."

While they are arguing, Sung Jun finds something that he doesn't like at all. The two of them seem dependent on each other. There is an invisible bond between them. Friendship? Sung Jun suddenly recalls that Fang Aisa and this white-haired fool spent eight years together.

Eight years. He has no idea where they were for eight years or what happened between them. But Fang Aisa trusted that white-haired fool. She still cares about him.

That's not acceptable. Why does his wife have a spot for someone else? Why can't she trust him instead of a god? Gods are never trustworthy. This white-haired-god took her away from him.

The white-haired fool didn't reply this time. He seems to be in shock. Fang Aisa clutches her hair. Tears run down her clear cheeks. She closes her eyes.

"I am sorry." The white-haired fool suddenly utters in monotone. "I am a god. I am not a friend or family."

"I know, Reis." Fang Aisa covers her face. "I don't know. I am tired. My past life was built around lies. Everyone played me. People left me. I had no say in anything. Even my child was killed and I always blamed myself. I thought that my child died because of my selfishness. My child...I can never bring my child back."

The words are piercing to Sung Jun. Fang Aisa falls on her knees. He has seen her cry like that before. He bends down on one knee and pulls her up by her arm.

"We will have children." He cleans her face by his hand. "As much as you want. Your past life was the past. The god turned back time. It meant that it didn't happen. He is right about one thing. You can decide your future. The past, you are crying for, will not happen in this life."

She takes a long glance at him. In her eyes, he cannot see any faith or dependence on him. This stings him, but his wife needs care.

The memories of her past life make her who she is. The memories of her past life are also her burden.

"I don't know how I hurt you in our past lives. But give me a chance this time. I am not a fool like me from our past lives."