Rebirth of Love: Jiang Ciyou's Counterattack Legend

Chapter 426 The Collapse of Life



Chapter 426 The Collapse of Life

Lu Jingchen's world completely collapsed the moment Jiang Ciyu left, just like an originally solid building that suddenly encountered an earthquake and turned into ruins in an instant.

He no longer cared about his image. The charming and attractive man who always paid attention to his appearance disappeared. His hair became messy, like grass ravaged by a storm, tangled in strands. The hair that was once neatly combed behind his head now scattered randomly on his forehead and cheeks, blocking his eyes that were once full of spirit. His clothes were also wrinkled, no longer as straight and fitted as before. His favorite white shirt was open at the collar, and several buttons were missing. The corners of the shirt were tucked into his pants, which were also full of wrinkles, as if he had crawled out of a pile of crumpled old newspapers.

He lost interest in everything around him. Those things that once brought him happiness and comfort were now forgotten. Music was once an indispensable part of his life. Those melodious melodies were like spirits flowing in his blood, accompanying him through many wonderful times. He liked to listen to soft classical music in the early morning to purify his soul in the ocean of notes; he also liked to release the stress of the day at night accompanied by dynamic pop music. But now, his audio equipment is covered with dust, and those precious records and CDs in his collection are thrown in the corner at will, and some have even been broken. He no longer touches the music that he once treasured, as if they have become harsh noise.

Books were once his window to explore the world and enrich his heart. He loved to immerse himself in the world of books in his spare time. He could not put down any philosophical literary masterpieces or science fiction novels full of fantasy and adventure. His bookshelf used to be neatly arranged with various books, and each book was like an old friend of his. But now, those books were roughly pulled off the bookshelf and thrown everywhere. Some pages have been torn and scattered on the floor like pieces of injured feathers. He no longer has the mood to open any book. Those words that once made him forget about food and sleep now look like meaningless garbled codes in his eyes.

He did nothing all day, like a puppet without a soul, sitting mechanically in the room. Apart from drinking, smoking and reminiscing, he didn't know what else he could do. He just sat quietly on the sofa, surrounded by empty bottles and cigarette butts. His eyes were empty and lifeless, just staring blankly ahead, ignoring everything around him. It seemed that no sound from the outside world could reach his ears. He seemed to be on an isolated island, with only the pain and despair in his heart to accompany him.

His friend called him, and the ringtone of the phone kept ringing in the silent room. It was a cheerful song he had set before, but now it sounded particularly harsh. The names of friends flashed on the screen of the phone. They were good friends who had laughed, played and shared life with him. But he had no desire to answer the phone, and let the ringtone continue until it stopped automatically. He felt that his friends would not understand his pain. They had not experienced what he had suffered, and those words of comfort seemed so pale and powerless to him. He did not want to listen to anyone's persuasion, but just wanted to immerse himself in his own sadness and lock himself in this small world full of painful memories.

His room was filled with a depressing and dull atmosphere. The sunlight came in through the window, but it could not dispel the darkness that enveloped the room. The clock on the wall ticked, as if mercilessly mocking his depression. Everything in the room seemed so messy, forming a sharp contrast with his once exquisite and orderly life. The home he once carefully decorated has now become a cage full of pain and despair, and he himself is the prisoner trapped inside and unable to escape.

His life had lost all its color and meaning. He no longer cared about the passage of time, and didn't know the alternation of day and night. He forgot to eat, and his body became weaker due to lack of nutrition, but he didn't feel hungry. He no longer paid attention to his health, and even if his body sent out various signals of discomfort, he didn't care. He felt like a walking corpse, without goals, without hope, just constantly sinking in this abyss of pain.

In this collapsing world, he was filled with confusion and helplessness. He didn't know how to find his way back to life, nor did he know if he still had the courage to face the future. He felt that he had been completely swallowed up by darkness and could no longer see a glimmer of light.

Dear readers, in this chapter, we see Lu Jingchen's complete collapse after suffering a heavy blow in love. I want to make you feel his deep pain and despair through such a detailed description. Love is sometimes like this. When we are deeply involved in it, once we lose it, it's like losing the whole world. But this is also a stage in the development of the story, just like there will always be lows in life, and this low is also an opportunity for his growth and transformation. I hope everyone can feel the complexity and depth of this character, and I also hope that everyone can find some of their own thoughts on love and life in this story.


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