Chapter 1099: You Are My Choice

Editor: Henyee Translations

Who was calling her?

Gu Yang felt dizzy, and his heart felt heavy and uncomfortable.

“Yangyang.”

“Sister.”

“Sis.”

“Girl.”

“…¦”

The voices behind her grew louder, a cacophony of people pleading for her to stay, drowning out her every thought. It became impossible for her to move forward.

When she finally turned her head, the scene before her began to dissolve, fading like distant memories worn away by time.

She saw the collision of two cars. Saw herself lying in a pool of blood.

After inheriting billions, her life had ended in a car accident.

A strange certainty washed over her. If she continued walking forward, she would wake up again. She would inherit the billions once more. She would see the kind old men in the laboratory again.

But instead, she stepped back and turned around.

Behind her, another light cone shone, and at the end of it stood many familiar faces.

A young man, handsome with clear, tear-filled eyes, looked at her pleadingly. “Sister, don’t go.”

A cold, aloof girl stood there too, her usually stoic eyes red, her voice raw with emotion. “Yangyang.”

Other figures appeared as well, flickering like scenes from a movie. Familiar moments played before her, and fragmented memories flooded her mind, slowly piecing together her past.

Everything became clear.

Gu Yang walked toward them resolutely, embracing the world that longed for her to stay, even as she felt an aching sense of loss.

In the past, she had thought she had lost everything—billions in assets and connections. Now, she was willing to give it all up to embrace life once more.

She wrapped her arms around the young man at the end of the light cone.

The past no longer dictated her future; he was her choice.

In the VIP ward of the military hospital in the capital, Gu Jin had conducted a thorough examination of Gu Yang after their return to China from the manor.

Gu Yang’s vital signs were stable, yet she remained unresponsive, even after receiving the antidote for the sleeping potion. Her mental state could not be detected, and she was trapped in a vegetative state.

Despite Gu Jin’s reputation as the Godly Doctor, respected by all, she could not bring Gu Yang back to consciousness.

Outside the window, towering buildings stretched toward the sky beneath a heavy blanket of dark clouds. A violent blizzard ravaged the city, plunging the four realms into a bitter cold.

Feng Jue sat by Gu Yang’s bedside, holding her hand tightly as he succumbed to sleep.

In his dreams, he saw Gu Yang running toward him, wrapping her arms around him in a warm embrace.

He knew this was a dream. He could vaguely hear the sound of snow hitting the window in the ward, yet he was unwilling to open his eyes and wake up.

Even in a dream, holding her felt like a precious gift.

The sunlight streamed in, blinding him.

When Gu Yang finally awoke, dizziness clouded her senses.

As she looked around, she found herself in a place devoid of tall buildings—only low-rise houses scattered about. In the distance, green mountains rolled across the horizon.

She was on a country road, the ground covered in yellow mud, with clear weather above—nothing like the murkiness she expected.

A faint pain coursed through her body; it was a scratch. Her dress was stained with mud and leaves, giving her a disheveled appearance.

But when she saw her thin arms and legs, silence engulfed her.

She should only be seven or eight years old.

This was clearly not her body.

And she had no memories of this existence.

All she remembered was inheriting billions at the age of twenty before a car accident claimed her life.

Was she being reincarnated?

From the heir of a wealthy family to a country girl? The contrast was jarring, and she needed time to process it.

Determined, Gu Yang walked toward the village. Lacking the memories of this body, she had to rely on others for answers.

However, as she wandered through the village, she noticed the villagers looking at her as if she were a stranger.

She soon realized that her clothing style, though similar to other children her age, was different—it resembled that of a luxury brand.

It dawned on her: she must be a young lady who had been abducted and brought to this remote village.

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