Five years after our breakup. Ethan Vance had become a billionaire, complete with a beautiful fiancée. At a reunion, someone brought me up. "Chloe Hastings never shows up to these reunions. What's her deal?" "Heh, she's too busy gold-digging on airplanes." "On airplanes?" "Yeah. She's a flight attendant for some airline. I saw her once. You should have seen the fawning smile on her face when she served the rich passengers." "Really? A flight attendant? I guess she's just as obsessed with money as she was back then." Ethan, sitting in the center, narrowed his eyes slightly, his hand clenching into a fist. "A flight attendant?" "Yeah. Ethan, it's been so many years. Have you still not forgotten her?" He took the hand of his fiancée sitting next to him. The massive diamond ring on the girl's finger instantly blinded everyone. "I forgot her a long time ago. My wedding is next month. Make sure you all come for a drink." Everyone immediately offered their congratulations. Only I, floating in the air, lowered my head. 1 One year after I died. The class group chat organized a reunion. Hearing that Ethan, whose net worth had skyrocketed, would also be there, the group chat became incredibly lively. Over thirty active avatars. Only my avatar was grayed out, silent at the very bottom. Because I was already dead. I couldn't use any communication devices anymore. In my lonely room, the furnishings were exactly as I had left them when I was alive. My anti-cancer drugs still sat on the table. The day of the reunion. I floated to the venue. A huge private room in a seven-star hotel. I floated inside, looking left and right. Soon, everyone had arrived. The last person to enter. I held my breath. That tall, broad figure, those long legs—it was none other than Ethan Vance. He was dressed in a niche, custom European brand. Incredibly low-key, yet exuding impeccable taste. I stared, mesmerized. The next second, a beautiful girl appeared in the doorway and hooked her arm through his. "Ethan, are these all your classmates?" My breath instantly hitched. At the reunion, everyone talked loudly, ate, and drank, but without exception, they all tried to cozy up to Ethan. Suddenly, someone glanced around the room. "Is Chloe the only one who didn't show up?" "Heh. In the five years since graduation, she's practically vanished. Who knows what she's doing?" "A successful new-generation tech mogul like Ethan, we at least see him on TV occasionally. She's the most mysterious one. Probably married some rich guy and became a trophy wife." Everyone chimed in, one after another. Until the class social chair, who hadn't spoken, took a sip of red wine. "What trophy wife? Serving rich businessmen and trophy wives is more like it. She's a flight attendant for some airline, spinning around like a top." The girl speaking was Lily. She was also very pretty. She had married a moderately wealthy boss. A year ago, I had served her and her husband on a flight. "You've seen her?" Everyone was instantly curious. "Heh, a flight attendant? That's a shortcut to getting close to rich people. She's got a sharp mind." "Which airline? How come I've never run into her?" Lily spat out two words: "Skyward Airlines." "That airline is famous for having beautiful stewardesses and handsome stewards." "If I get the chance, I'll buy a ticket with them and try it out." When the topic came up. I silently looked at Ethan in the center. He didn't say a word, his face solemn. The hand resting on the armrest was clenched so tight the veins popped. The class president next to him glanced at his fist and immediately signaled everyone to stop talking. The class president picked up his wine glass and toasted Ethan. "Ethan, some people aren't worth it. They aren't worth thinking about." Ethan didn't move. He sat there, tall and imposing, as if frozen for a moment. This was too abnormal. Everyone didn't even dare to breathe too loudly. Next to him, the beautiful girl looked a bit awkward and gently took his hand. A few seconds later, he snapped back to reality. He picked up his wine glass and lightly clinked it against the class president's. "I forgot her a long time ago." He took a sip of wine and, backhandedly, gripped the girl's hand tightly. "I haven't shared the good news yet. Next month, I'm holding my wedding. You're all welcome to come for a drink." 2 That night. I drifted around the streets, wandering aimlessly. It wasn't until I was truly exhausted that I floated back home. A light was on in the room, which was strange. It was Mia, my best friend when I was alive. She had drawn a basin of water and was cleaning my room. She had also plugged my old phone in to charge. She did everything in silence. My eyes, however, stung sharply. Suddenly, my phone dinged a few times. She put down the mop, walked over, and picked up my phone. It was the class group chat. "Mr. Vance, what date is the wedding banquet exactly? Where is it being held?" Someone also posted a photo from the reunion of Ethan and Ms. Yin sitting together. "Look, everyone. Such a perfect match. A talented man and a beautiful woman." "Compared to a certain superficial person with zero substance from back then, she's a thousand, ten thousand times better." Bang. Mia's hand trembled, and the phone fell to the floor. She suddenly crouched down, covered her face, and cried. She opened a photo of me, caressing my smiling face on the screen. "You idiot. He's getting married, do you know that? And to think you were still calling his name right before you died." Mia turned off the phone and continued cleaning. When she left, this time, she took my old phone with her. I was confused. I followed Mia to her house. Guarding an empty house alone was just too unbearable. Usually, what made me happiest was Mia coming once a month to charge my phone. That way, whenever a notification popped up, I could see it. I thought it was pretty interesting. Even in death, you can still read the news. 3 Mia and I were both poor. She struggled even more than I did. She was an unmarried mother, and her daughter was born with a congenital heart defect. She put the phone down and fell asleep next to her daughter. I couldn't sleep. I floated around the room a few times, until finally, a phone screen lit up. I floated over. It was my phone. It was a web news notification. When I saw the headline, I was shocked. #CEO of CloudTech Crashes into Guardrail Late at Night# Ethan Vance was the CEO of CloudTech. The location of the accident was on Oak Street. Was he hurt? I couldn't care about anything else and immediately floated toward Oak Street. When I arrived, a section of the road was indeed cordoned off, and a crowd had gathered. There was also a Maybach with a crushed front end. My heart pounded. I immediately floated into the crowd, searching for Ethan's figure. I couldn't find a trace of Ethan in the circle of people. I was frantic. "Mr. Vance, your hand is injured. Let me take you to the hospital." Hearing the voice, I whipped my head around and saw Ethan sitting on the curb. His arm hung limply, and blood dripped from the back of his hand. My heart ached looking at him. He didn't say a word and silently got into the car that came to pick him up. 4 At the hospital, the doctor suggested staying for a few days of observation. Ethan refused. After simply getting his hand bandaged, he left the hospital. The driver drove the car. "Mr. Vance, your health is precious. You should at least get a full-body checkup." He massaged his temples and leaned back against the seat. "Who's handling the accident scene?" "Assistant Wright." Ethan didn't speak again. He seemed utterly exhausted, leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed to rest. The car drove all the way into a mansion nestled in the hills. The main gates opened automatically, and the lights of the villa flickered on one by one. Ethan went inside. I surveyed the furnishings inside the house. The boy everyone knew was poor back then had now become the unreachable Mr. Vance. "You can go." The driver, however, seemed uneasy. "Mr. Vance, you don't seem right. Did something happen at the reunion?" Those close to Ethan vaguely knew that he had a messy romantic past. The top student of the school had once been dumped by a girl. He had been in agonizing pain, destitute and miserable for a whole year. Ethan shot him a glare. The driver immediately took the hint and left. 5 I stayed in Ethan's mansion the entire night. He rested, leaning against the sofa. I stayed right beside him, keeping watch over him. It's a pity he couldn't feel me. Not only did he not feel me, he didn't even hear Ms. Yin's phone calls. Luckily, his mansion was quite warm. Sitting on the sofa all night wouldn't give him a cold. Dawn broke. He opened his eyes, grabbed his phone to check the time, then put it down and went to wash up. I was puzzled. Didn't he see Ms. Yin's missed calls? But a second later, I understood. It was barely dawn; Ms. Yin was probably still asleep right now. After arriving at the company. Ethan buried himself in his work, processing fifty reports in one morning. At noon, he opened his phone. Many classmates had sent messages of concern; they must have all seen yesterday's news. He picked out the class president's message and replied. He put the phone down. His secretary walked in. "Mr. Vance, I'll book the tickets for Europe now." His pen, which had been signing a document, paused. "Before going to Europe, isn't there a trip down South?" The secretary nodded. "The day after tomorrow. I've already booked the tickets." He suddenly raised his head. "Which airline?" The secretary froze for a moment, but quickly reported, "It's Ocean Air." Ethan suddenly paused. "Change it." "Mr. Vance, do we need to adjust the timing?" "Change the airline." The secretary was even more stunned. "Which one would you like to change to?" Ethan pondered for a moment. I looked at him; the fountain pen in his grip seemed to have been squeezed a bit flat. "Skyward Airlines." The secretary was surprised. But then grabbed a tablet and immediately started changing the flight. "Mr. Vance, it's booked. First class, seat 1A." Ethan didn't say a word. The secretary tactfully retreated. The office returned to silence. I stared at Ethan in astonishment. Skyward Airlines? The airline I flew for when I was alive. Did he want to see me? But then I shook my head violently. Impossible. Even if it was because of me, he probably just wanted to see how pathetic I looked now. Or maybe he wanted to deliver a line like: "Chloe, didn't you end up with that factory heir? Out here working as a servant?" Ethan had always been a gentleman. He probably wouldn't say something like that. But back then, right in front of him, I took someone else's arm and trampled him into the dirt. In broad daylight, his eyes had been full of red, terrifyingly bloodshot. He looked like he wanted to strangle me, this wicked woman. He couldn't say it to others, but saying it to me, the ex-girlfriend who cruelly abandoned him, wouldn't be excessive at all. 6 Two days later. Ethan departed for the South, and returned from the South, both times on Skyward Airlines flights. Neither flight had me as a flight attendant. His eyes looked very dark. While in first class, he even got up and took a walk through economy and business class. Among the flight attendants on duty, he didn't find any trace of me. He was visibly disappointed. Floating in the air watching, I felt regretful too. After we broke up, the reason I chose to become a flight attendant was because I felt it was already impossible for Ethan and me to ever meet again. But I simply couldn't control my own heart. I always hoped that we could meet again, that I could catch a glimpse of him one more time in the vast sea of humanity. I heard he was very successful now. Successful people mostly fly all over the country, and Ethan shouldn't be an exception. So I decisively chose a large domestic airline and became a flight attendant. But fate loves to play tricks. During my three years of flying, Ethan never appeared once. Only now did I understand that he held a Platinum card with another major airline. He usually stuck with that rival airline for his travels. Regret, like a dense cloud, clogged my soul, unable to dissipate for a long time. During the flight, the purser proactively asked Ethan several times, pushing service to the absolute pinnacle of perfection, hoping to retain this tycoon so he would choose Skyward next time. 7 I didn't go back home either. I kept following Ethan; wherever he went, I floated. That day, he finished a meeting and returned to his office. There were several messages in the class group chat. He originally intended to swipe past, but accidentally clicked on them. "I just got off a Skyward flight, didn't see Chloe." "I checked my past flights, they were Skyward too, and among the flight attendants, I didn't see Chloe either." Someone tagged Lily. "Lily, you didn't lie to us last time, did you?" Lily: "Lie to you? Do I have too much free time? I'm sure she's at Skyward. Maybe she just wasn't on the flights you took." "That's possible." "Maybe she resigned." "Hmph, good thing she didn't run into me, otherwise I wouldn't have given her the time of day." "In our class, she was the only one with average grades and a bad character." I bit my lip. Everyone's prejudice against me had always been deeply rooted. When I loudly and proudly pursued Ethan, no one thought it would last. They thought it was just a rich girl's game, just playing around. But we seriously dated for three years, and everyone started thinking I was serious and their opinion of me changed a bit. But right then, I coldly and ruthlessly initiated a breakup, shocking everyone. The always aloof, top-student Ethan was almost completely broken by it. I was solidly nailed to the pillar of shame as the "wicked woman." Amidst the chorus of condemnation. Someone suddenly spoke up. "But did you guys notice? Chloe's avatar went gray a year ago. Does anyone really know how she's doing?" "Since we were classmates, let's keep our words kind. Last time I saw a friend's avatar stay gray for six months, and when I asked around, I found out they had passed away." The group chat instantly fell silent. I immediately looked at Ethan. He was gripping his phone, his knuckles white. It was a long while before the class president finally spoke. "Don't say unlucky things. Even though we haven't seen her in a long time, she's definitely still healthy. Don't go cursing people." 8 In the afternoon. Ethan kept a tight, stony face. Several department managers got chewed out by him. Walking out of the office, everyone wiped the sweat from their foreheads. "What's wrong with Mr. Vance?" "Yeah, there were no mistakes in our work." "Stop talking. Mr. Vance has high standards for us, maybe his expectations are just even higher." Everyone left, feeling dejected. When work ended. Ethan stood by the floor-to-ceiling window. A ray of the setting sun shot through the massive glass, elongating his shadow. Watching him from behind, I felt the profound, intense loneliness radiating from him. For some reason, I felt that Ethan's feelings for Ms. Yin weren't strong enough. Ms. Yin was from a prominent family. Perhaps, more than romance, this was an arranged marriage between two great families. The assistant stood behind him, and after a long time, finally spoke cautiously. "Mr. Vance, the bridal center sent over five venue layout plans. You need to choose one." The man remained silent. The assistant broke into a cold sweat and said tremblingly. "I... I'll just send them over to Ms. Yin and let her choose." "A beach wedding. The color scheme will be blue and white, and the primary flower for the venue will be the Iris." The assistant opened his mouth, finding it hard to believe. "The beach? Does Ms. Yin know?" The tall, dark figure suddenly turned slightly, his aura cold and eerie. The assistant said nothing more and immediately went to carry out the order. Ethan was dressed entirely in black today. When he turned, the areas untouched by the light were terrifyingly cold. With a tangle of emotions, my heart felt heavy, and I couldn't bear it anymore. I floated away. He was going to hold his wedding on the beach? It must be very romantic.
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