In my past life, Jimenez asked me to meet him in the back alley to confess his feelings. I was sexually assaulted by a group of thugs, resulting in vaginal tearing and lifelong psychological trauma. When Jimenez arrived later, he held me and cried, making me a promise never to leave: "I'll love you forever, even though your uterus is damaged and you can't have children." It wasn't until after his death that I discovered his diary, filled with pages of regret. He regretted helping Aurora, the school's cheerleading captain, hide the truth. It turned out he had fallen in love with Aurora long ago. Before confessing to me, he had rejected Aurora's advances. Those thugs were sent by Aurora to get revenge on me. As I lay dying in a hospital bed, Aurora pitifully begged him to keep her secret. Jimenez nodded, helped Aurora, and eventually married me. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn on the day Jimenez confessed to me. [Morris, meet me in the back alley after school. I have something to tell you. Come alone] I stared in disbelief at the message from Jimenez. I had actually returned to that most humiliating day. Because of this day, I suffered vaginal tearing and had to endure pubic bone pain day and night. After this day, Jimenez took me away from home, leaving my dignity behind in my homeland. My sense of self was shattered and rebuilt. Tears of excitement fell from my eyes. This time I finally had a chance to rewrite my life. Before this incident, I was a top student in my class with a bright future ahead of me. After this incident, I became a factory worker. I suffered so much just to reach the position that had once been within easy grasp. [Okay, I'll wait for you] I put away my phone and headed straight to the coffee shop at the school gate. In my past life, this was where Jimenez broke things off with Aurora, which led to Aurora taking out her anger on me by hiring thugs to defile me. Now, I sat right behind them. Jimenez and Aurora sat facing each other, Aurora's face showing shy delight. "What did you want to tell me?" "I'm sorry, I may have given you the wrong impression these past few days." "I've thought it over seriously. I can't lose Morris. What I felt for you was just temporary attraction. Can we still be friends?" Jimenez spoke on his own, completely oblivious to Aurora's darkening expression. The server brought two cups of coffee but accidentally spilled them on Jimenez's clothes, interrupting his words. "I'm so sorry, so sorry." "It's fine—" Jimenez suddenly stood up, scanning the surroundings in confusion. The moment he saw Aurora, he glared at her furiously: "Aurora, how dare you show your face in front of me?" Aurora looked bewildered. "What's wrong with you?" He had been fine just moments ago, but suddenly he seemed like a different person. Seeing Jimenez's strange reaction, I understood—he had been reborn too. Jimenez only froze for a second, then slowly sat back down after regaining his composure. "Your phone. Let me see it." Aurora clutched her phone tightly, desperately trying to hide her panic. "Why do you want to see my phone?" "Never mind." Jimenez rubbed his temples. "This is fine. After she's been violated, she'll be more docile and settle down with me." Everything before me lost its luster. All I could hear in my head was that sentence—after she's been violated, she'll be more docile. So this was what he really thought. "Have you been well these past years?" Jimenez's eyes showed cautious tenderness. Aurora relaxed and smiled faintly. "I've been fine." As long as he didn't continue that previous topic. Jimenez stared, transfixed, and the next moment his eyes reddened slightly. "That's good." "Can we hug, just once?" After the embrace, Jimenez turned his head and made a serious suggestion. "Transfer schools tomorrow. Don't appear here again. This time I'm truly letting go."
Aurora didn't understand, but I knew why Jimenez said this. In my past life, the news of my assault by thugs spread like wildfire. When my classmates carried me home, my lower body was covered in blood. My parents only had one daughter—me. They went completely insane. They didn't believe it was an accident. They suspected everyone they saw, especially anyone who had conflicts with me. Aurora was the main suspect. I was kind-hearted and rarely had conflicts with anyone. Aurora's conflict with me stood out prominently. Later, when Jimenez took me far away to help me forget, my parents still wouldn't let her go. If Jimenez hadn't helped Aurora hide the truth, my parents would have found evidence long ago and sent Aurora to prison. Aurora's reputation in our hometown became so terrible she couldn't hold her head up. I heard she didn't get into a good university, went abroad, and never came back. In my past life, Jimenez held me with such heartbreak, saying he wished he could tear the culprit to pieces. But when he actually saw her, Jimenez only covered for her, letting the tragedy repeat itself, even giving her his most sincere advice. It turned out the saddest moments are when you can't even cry out loud. I quickly wiped the moisture from the corner of my eye with my fingertip, even forcing a self-mocking smile at the corner of my mouth. It wasn't sadness—it was finally seeing clearly. Sitting in the back, I clearly saw that because of Jimenez's reminder, Aurora secretly deleted the text messages and made an excuse to go to the restroom. In reality, she put money in an envelope and used a pay phone to communicate with the thugs. The two parties never met face to face. This time, Aurora had enough time to do things more discreetly. Jimenez didn't stop her the entire time. Instead, he watched Aurora's retreating figure with a longing gaze. Before Aurora came back with a bright smile, Jimenez ordered a Napoleon pastry and left with light, quick steps. Even his retreating back revealed barely concealed anticipation, as if rushing to keep a long-desired appointment. If I hadn't witnessed his conversation with Aurora with my own eyes, I might have thought he was eager to see me. In this era, Napoleon pastries were a luxury. A small piece cost an entire month's allowance. Occasionally buying one meant the whole family would share it. Yet Jimenez spent all his money to buy Aurora a Napoleon pastry. I remembered in my past life, my birthday came one month after that incident. That day my spirits were unusually good, and I really wanted a piece of cake. Jimenez looked troubled and told me we had to save the remaining money and couldn't spend it carelessly. I didn't know why, but I cried terribly, gasping for breath. Jimenez had no choice but to buy an apple, stick a candle in it, and let me blow it out. It turned out he did know how to cherish someone—I just wasn't worth it. I watched Aurora joyfully scooping up the Napoleon with a spoon, eating it bit by bit. She was editing a text message, probably to Jimenez, with a sweet smile on her face. [Morris, are you there yet?] Looking at Jimenez's message, I could feel his anxiety even through the screen. I sneered, turned around, and invited my desk mate to study together at the nearby library.
In my past life, my desk mate had asked if I wanted to study abroad with her in France. I didn't need to worry about expenses—her family was willing to cover my tuition and living costs. I was especially interested in languages. Since childhood, I had learned fluent French by watching TV. Even then, a small seed had planted itself in my heart. I was determined to become an amazing translator. My desk mate was an immigrant from France. When she heard my spoken French, she was surprised that my pronunciation was so standard. She was an only child, and her family didn't feel comfortable letting her travel alone. They would only allow her to venture to Europe if someone went with her. I hesitated back then, but ultimately refused. In my past life, I didn't want to leave Jimenez. Then that incident happened, and Jimenez and I left school, abandoning our education. This time, I wanted to seize the opportunity and never let it slip through my fingers again. When I arrived, Figueroa was already sitting at our spot waiting for me, with various study materials on the table. "Since you're the one who invited me this time, don't give up easily. I don't want to hear you abandon your dreams for Jimenez again." She shrugged with feigned indifference. I smiled apologetically: "I won't." "All I want now is to study, go to France as soon as possible and realize my dreams. People need to take responsibility for their own lives." There were no online classes at this time. Preparing for exams could only rely on self-study. But Figueroa handed me a brand-new French textbook. "Study hard." I said nothing more and began seriously memorizing French. After about two hours, I finally looked up and twisted my stiff neck. "Let's stop here for today. We'll continue tomorrow." Figueroa packed up her bag. I took out my phone. Instantly, countless messages popped up, all from Jimenez. [Where are you?] [I don't see you] [Can you reply? I'm really worr—] The message was sent before he finished typing. I sneered. He wasn't worried about me—he was worried the incident wouldn't happen to me. I casually replied: [Sorry, I just saw my phone. I was reviewing with a classmate. You should head home first.] I did it on purpose, deliberately coming to the library so everyone could see me studying and serve as my witnesses. That way, if something happened to Jimenez, they couldn't blame it on me. Jimenez didn't reply. I didn't care. On the way home, I heard passersby discussing in shock with their friends. "Oh my God, did you know? A male student at our high school was sexually assaulted by a group of thugs!" "I heard when they found him, he had rectal prolapse and was covered in blood!" "Those thugs are absolute scum!" "Who knows? Maybe that male student was promiscuous, deliberately looking for thrills, and things got out of hand with those thugs. Otherwise, why didn't the thugs target anyone else?" Hearing the same rhetoric from my past life, tears nearly fell from my eyes. In my past life, they said the same things about me. Back then, I couldn't listen to any gossip. I would rush at them, ready to fight. Jimenez advised me that mouths belonged to others, and even if I stopped them for a moment, I couldn't stop them forever. They would still talk behind my back. He told me not to take it to heart. This time it was his turn. I hoped he could be just as open-minded. The thugs Aurora hired were quite reliable. Since I didn't go, Jimenez was alone in the alley. So even if they had suspicions, they still dutifully completed their task.
"Mom, I'm home." I entered with a smile on my lips. As soon as I put down my backpack, I saw Jimenez's mother standing behind me like a floating ghost. She seemed to have been waiting at my house for a long time. With a dark expression, she saw me enter and—slap—struck me across the face. I had no time to react. I took her slap, and half my face instantly burned with pain, swelling red. My mom stepped in front of me, shouting angrily: "Are you crazy? What are you doing?" Jimenez's mother was pulled disheveled by my mom, looking even more like a soul-stealing ghost, saying ominously: "Why didn't Morris go when Jimenez asked to meet her?" "Then Jimenez had an accident." My mom froze for a second. "Are you kidding me? Are you sick? Jimenez was the one who asked Morris to meet. What's wrong with Morris not wanting to go? His accident was just that—an accident. Should Morris have taken his place? Do you have no shame? Should Morris have to experience all this?" "Honey, where the hell are you? Get out here! Someone's bullying your wife and child, and you're not coming to help!" My mom roared while protecting me tightly. My dad rushed out of the kitchen. As a grown man, he couldn't hit her, so he used a broom to push Jimenez's mother out. "Get out!" At the moment the door closed, I saw Jimenez lying on the ground, frowning. He wasn't lying in the hospital at this time but came to my house—nothing good could come of this. Jimenez supported his upper body with both arms, barely propping himself up. His legs were wrapped in thick blankets, with blood stains faintly visible. His legs had almost no strength. He had crawled to my doorstep using only his hands, dust covering his entire body. Unable to hold on any longer, he collapsed heavily by the door. "Mom." He frowned helplessly and called out. Jimenez's mother seemed frozen in place. She slowly turned around, shocked, and rushed to support him. "Jimenez, why aren't you in bed? Why did you come out?" My mom and Jimenez's mother were best friends since childhood. My dad and Jimenez's dad grew up together as close friends. Jimenez and I were childhood friends. Since childhood, our two families had been extremely close. So seeing Jimenez's terrible condition, my parents couldn't bear to drive them away. They quickly set up a folding bed for him to lie down. The two of them stood in front of me in perfect sync, like two impregnable mountains. "Jimenez, take your mom home quickly. During recovery, you need to avoid excessive movement." "Rest well. You'll recover in time." Jimenez first looked deeply at me, his eyes surging with indescribable pain and deep love. My parents instantly became alert. Then he lowered his head politely: "Okay." "I'll go back and talk to my mom. This has nothing to do with Morris. I was just... too unlucky." "Mom, let's go home." Jimenez's mother held back tears, grief-stricken: "How can I accept this?" My parents were still kindly advising: "People have to look forward. There's no obstacle that can't be overcome. At worst, you can move..." Before they finished speaking, Jimenez silently pulled out a love letter from his bag, looking at me affectionately. "Morris, I know you've been reborn too." "I don't blame you." "Even if it's tit for tat, I've experienced what you went through in your past life. I know you like me." "Marry me. We'll live a good life together from now on." Jimenez's mother chimed in viciously: "If Morris doesn't marry Jimenez, I'll spread the word everywhere that Morris couldn't have him and deliberately hired people to violate Jimenez. This love letter is the evidence!" "Don't think you can get out of this!"
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