From ancient times, there has always been a division between the nobles and the ordinary people. Even though the concept of nobles is not formally recognized nowadays, they still exist, and Habib understands this concept more than anyone else.
Currently, in front of his grave, a girl in a wedding dress was kneeling in front of his tombstone. The girl had a beautiful face, as white as jade. Her figure was graceful, yet her face was currently haggard and filled with tears. Her makeup was completely deformed. Despite that, her true beauty was still visible.
"Habi, I'm sorry. I've worn a wedding dress for someone else. You won't mind, will you? Remember the promise we made under that tree. If you are there, so am I," the girl said while wiping her tears.
Habib was feeling like his heart was pierced through by thousands of needles. Looking at his love, his most beloved, he couldn't help but shout, "NO, please Jianwan, you can still live. You being happy is the only wish I have."
But no matter how much he shouted, nobody listened, because he was a ghost hovering over his grave.
A sudden wind blew, sending a chill down Jianwan's spine. She reached into her bag and took out a bottle. Habib's pupils suddenly constricted.
"No, Ji, don't do it. You must not do it, please."
But no matter how much he shouted, his voice never seemed to reach the girl's ears.
The girl, with teary eyes, said in a choked voice, "Habi, in this life, without you, life is lonely and colorless, so I'm going to accompany you to the end."
Then she finished the bottle in one gulp. Initially, nothing happened. As time went on, Jianwan's body trembled, and she suddenly collapsed on the ground.
At this moment, looking at the beauty with a pale face, Habib's heart was in so much pain. He was angry. Yes, he was. He hated himself. If he had power and wealth, would all of this have happened? Now his most loved person died because of him. Thousands of emotions swept through him.
Suddenly, the world went black, and he seemed to glimpse his life.
Born in an ordinary family, he didn't have any outstanding achievements. When he was six, a beautiful girl moved next door. They both quickly became friends. The girl asked the boy for his name.
"My name is Habib."
"Hello, Habib. My name is Jianwan," the girl replied.
Probably because they were kids, they became friends quickly, and they didn't know when their nicknames changed to Habi and Big Brother Ji.
Habib was timid but intelligent, and Jianwan was the fearless one. It seemed like the roles were reversed, and when bullied, Jianwan would drive away the bully, while Habib always provided lessons in study. They swore their brotherhood would last forever.
They attended the same primary and high schools. They even went to the same college. They were inseparable from the start and followed each other wherever the other went. They gradually developed feelings for each other. Probably, girls are more informed about their hearts, so Jianwan realized her feelings early, yet Habib stayed like a block of wood.
It wasn't until Jianwan took the initiative to kiss him that their relationship became ambiguous and awkward. Realizing his feelings, he confessed to her under the tree.
"Ji, from childhood to adulthood, you've always been by my side. Even though I'm not as strong, in my heart, only you are the most loved one. Jianwan, I love you."
Jianwan, with teary eyes, replied, "Yes, I love you too."
Then they hugged and kissed. After that, their life was the best.
But reality dealt them a big blow. She was actually an illegitimate daughter of a rich family. Initially, they were overjoyed, but that joy turned into sorrow. She was recognized to be used as a marriage alliance. Upon learning this, she strongly protested, but her family's power was too great.
With her beautiful appearance, many young masters were captivated by her. Habib was an ordinary person and had nothing to offer her, yet she still stayed by his side.
Suddenly, a car accident happened, and Habib died tragically.
Upon learning this, Jianwan was filled with sorrow and could not move on. She would visit his grave dressed beautifully and bring his favorite food.
"Habi, look, I've bought so much of your favorite food."
"Didn't you once say that you like light blue dresses? This is the best dress money can buy. The world of the rich is truly different."
After some time, she stopped visiting, and Habib thought she had moved on. But one day, Jianwan came in front of his grave wearing a wedding dress.
Looking back at his life, it was not good. He still had regret for his mother, but his brothers would care for her. If he could be reborn, he would like to be with Jianwan and absolutely become strong and wealthy to protect his loved one.
While falling through the darkness, suddenly a golden light emerged, and he heard the cry of a child. He opened his eyes and saw a man holding him. The man looked at him with a cold gaze and said, "From now on, you will be the fourth prince of JIRAN."
"What the heck are you saying, you old man?"