TVSFPAG -Chapter 186 Epilogue (Part 1)

That password unlocked not only the door, but also Song Yunfei’s racing heart.

The password she tried was her birthday before she transmigrated.

During this period, she had been dreaming of Yaoyao every day. In those dreams, besides the drowning scene, there were also many fragmented moments from daily life.

Although she had never clearly known Yaoyao’s birthday or death anniversary, an inexplicable, strong urge arose in her heart to try this password.

She didn’t expect it to actually open.

Her birthday was in winter, and Yaoyao’s death also occurred in winter.

Was this really just a coincidence?

If it wasn’t a coincidence, then the things she experienced in her dreams… could they also be real?

Suppressing the doubts in her heart, Song Yunfei gently pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The lights inside were off, leaving the room in complete darkness. She looked around the living room but did not see Bai Yu anywhere.

The doors to the two bedrooms were both closed. She didn’t dare enter recklessly—what if she walked in on Bai Yu without clothes?

After hesitating for a while, she called over one of the men standing at the entrance and signaled him to check.

The man nodded and quickly walked to the master bedroom, pushed the door open, scanned the room, then turned back and shook his head at Song Yunfei.

After that, he went to the other room, but the result was the same—no one inside.

Song Yunfei frowned and carefully searched the house again.

The kitchen was empty, with not a trace of anyone. In the end, she walked to the bathroom door.

The bathroom door was slightly ajar, and inside was also completely dark. However, she vaguely saw what looked like a figure lying in the bathtub.

Her heart sank heavily. She hurriedly reached out and turned on the light on the wall.

The moment the light suddenly lit up, she instinctively closed her eyes, not daring to look.

She was afraid of seeing the last thing she wanted to see—afraid that the person who used to banter with her, always so lively and cheerful, had turned into a lifeless body…

Unable to tell whether it was fear or distress, her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

The burly man beside her was perceptive. He immediately stepped into the bathroom, quickly approached the bathtub, and bent down to check.

“He’s still alive.”

Hearing those three words, the tension that had been lodged in Song Yunfei’s throat suddenly eased. Her legs went weak, and she had to hold onto the doorframe to steady herself, a wave of relief washing over her like she had survived a disaster.

She quickly rushed to the bathtub and saw Bai Yu curled up inside, wearing only a completely soaked shirt. His face was frighteningly pale, and upon closer inspection, his chest was still rising and falling faintly.

Song Yunfei let out a long breath of relief, then crouched down and gently poked Bai Yu’s arm. “Bai Yu, wake up.”

Seeing no response, she grabbed his arm and shook him desperately.

His skin was icy cold to the touch, and the water in the bathtub felt as cold as ice.

Bai Yu still didn’t wake up. Only his eyelashes trembled slightly, proving that he was still alive.

Panicking, Song Yunfei’s voice trembled as she shouted to the man beside her, “Call an ambulance!”

The man nodded and immediately took out his phone to dial emergency services.

After hanging up, he stepped forward to help and carefully pulled Bai Yu out of the bathtub, carrying him to the sofa in the living room.

Song Yunfei crouched beside the sofa, looking at Bai Yu’s face that seemed like it could fade away at any moment, tightly holding his ice-cold hand.

She suddenly didn’t know what to do—how to save him.

An ambulance could save his life, but how could she save his broken heart?

In the silence, a thought that had been lingering in her mind for a long time began to slowly break through her defenses.

As if something deep within her soul was about to surface.

She pressed her dry lips together and slowly spoke. A tone that even she found unfamiliar, yet seemed etched into her very soul, escaped her lips.

“Brother.”

“Wake up… I am… Yaoyao.”

Miraculously, Bai Yu’s body trembled violently.

Seeing that it worked, Song Yunfei tightened her grip on his hand even more, her voice choked with emotion. “Brother, open your eyes and look at me… don’t leave me again, okay…”

She could feel it—within her palm, the cold hand’s fingers were slightly curling, as if desperately trying to grasp something.

His eyelashes were trembling violently as well, as though he was using all his willpower just to barely pry his eyelids open a sliver.

His gaze was unfocused and dim, yet he stared fixedly at Song Yunfei. After a few seconds,

he closed his eyes again. His lips moved faintly, his breath as thin as a thread. “You’re lying… you’re not.”

With those words, the brief surge of vitality that had just appeared began to fade away again.

“I am! I really am!” Song Yunfei cried in panic, tears already falling. “Didn’t you say you’d make me a swing and take me flying?”

“And the cut on the back of your hand—wasn’t it because I tried to snatch your pencil knife to play with it? You wouldn’t give it to me, so I lunged at you, and the knife accidentally cut you. You were afraid Mom and Dad would scold you, so you said you did it by accident—right?”

“And during thunderstorms, we used to hide under the blanket together. You comforted me and said it was just the sky singing—just a little loud, that’s all.”

“And also, that day by the lake…” Song Yunfei’s voice choked completely, her vision blurred by tears.

“It was all my fault. I shouldn’t have disobeyed you. I actually saw a frozen little bird on the ice. Its wings were wet and it couldn’t fly—it looked so pitiful. I wanted to move it somewhere sunny… I’m sorry, brother.”

By the end, she was nearly sobbing uncontrollably.

For a moment, she seemed to completely step into Yaoyao’s identity. The scenes from her dreams and the guilt in her heart felt so real that she could hardly breathe.

It was as if she truly was that little girl who hadn’t listened back then, leaving her brother burdened with guilt for over twenty years.

Bai Yu’s eyelashes trembled violently, and his chest rose and fell more and more intensely.

Moments later, he suddenly opened his eyes. Like a final surge of vitality before death, he widened his eyes and stared at Song Yunfei in disbelief.

The despair and decay in his eyes gradually faded away, replaced by a wild, burning light.

The overwhelming joy of having something lost returned, the guilt buried deep for years, the bone-deep pain, and the fragile hope of being saved from the abyss—all these emotions intertwined in his gaze, almost engulfing him entirely.

These things—he had never told anyone.

Not his parents, not the caretaker, not even his psychologist.

This was a secret that belonged only to him and Yaoyao.

“You… you…” His lips trembled as his entire body shook with emotion, yet he couldn’t form a single complete word.

Song Yunfei nodded desperately, tears falling heavily onto the back of his hand.

“Yes, it’s me—it’s me, brother. You haven’t returned my tooth yet. You said you’d keep it for me and give it back when I grew up.”

As her words fell, a tear finally slid from the corner of Bai Yu’s bloodshot eyes.

He slowly raised his hand with great difficulty, his trembling fingertips inching toward the girl’s face before him.

From deep in his throat, he forced out two hoarse words, trembling with disbelief: “Yao… yao?”

Song Yunfei nodded vigorously, her tears flowing even more fiercely.

At that moment, the burly man beside them reminded, “Miss, the ambulance has arrived.”

Song Yunfei wiped her tears with her sleeve and forced herself to smile at Bai Yu.

“Brother, let’s go to the hospital. You have to get better quickly… don’t leave me again, okay?”

Bai Yu still said nothing. He simply stared at her, refusing to even blink.

Even as he was carried onto the ambulance, he tightly held onto Song Yunfei’s hand, not letting go for even a moment.

More than an hour later, Su Wanhua hurried to the hospital.

At a glance, she saw her son lying on the hospital bed receiving an IV, still holding onto Song Yunfei’s hand tightly. She asked anxiously, “What exactly happened?”

Song Yunfei remained silent for a moment. Afraid to reveal that her persuasion may have indirectly triggered Bai Yu’s breakdown, she lowered her gaze and avoided Su Wanhua’s eyes.

Bai Yu said, “Mom, it’s Yaoyao… Yaoyao has come back.”

His eyes were still fixed on Song Yunfei, not even glancing at his mother.

He spoke hoarsely, “Mom, it’s Yaoyao who’s returned.”

Su Wanhua froze for a moment and looked again at Song Yunfei, her eyes full of confusion.

She opened her mouth as if to say something—but when she saw the light burning in her son’s eyes, a light she hadn’t seen in over twenty years,

there was no longer any distance—only overwhelming joy at having something lost returned, and an almost obsessive intensity.

In the end, the words she was about to say were swallowed back down.