Car Accident – Blood Everywhere

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The graveyard shown in the video felt strangely familiar to Fu Rong.

People on the internet began searching for information about Chi Yao, and soon, photos of Chi Yao, Fu Rong, and their baby surfaced online. Many speculated that this was a marketing tactic by the production team to promote Chi Yao, and they even discovered Chi Yao’s name.

However, whether the comments were positive or negative, the trending topics disappeared at an unusual speed. Despite ongoing discussions, the terms barely made it onto trending searches. It wasn’t just Fu Rong taking action; the management team for Chi Yao also noticed the buzz. If it were about promoting the web series, they would welcome it, but if it meant dragging Chi Yao into the spotlight, they couldn’t allow that. They issued a warning and had the topics locked.

Chi Yao eventually learned about this, but since the discussions didn’t gain much attraction, he didn’t pay much attention. He thought people were just speculating; after all, he was only having fun with it. Internet users had short memories, and they would soon be captivated by something new.

What Chi Yao didn’t expect was that after watching a few short videos, Fu Rong would reach out to the production team to find out the location of the graveyard.

Upon receiving the address, Fu Rong drove there directly. It wasn’t far—just a little over two hours away in Nancheng City. An employee from the production team accompanied him, aware of who Fu Rong was and why he was there. Fu Rong didn’t say anything, instructing the worker not to disclose his presence.

As Fu Rong walked up the hillside, he began to feel something was off. Instead of slowing down, he quickened his pace until he reached the spot where Chi Yao had stood before.

But there was no gravestone anymore; it had been a temporary prop. It would be disrespectful to use someone else’s gravestone for filming.

Before him was an empty space. Fu Rong stared at the other gravestones around him, feeling a wave of dizziness. His head began to swell, and he swayed unsteadily. The production worker stepped aside, concerned by Fu Rong’s condition, but he was taken aback by the cold intensity in Fu Rong’s eyes, freezing him in place.

Fu Rong felt as though the world around him was fading.

Then, suddenly, that strange sensation lifted.

His gaze fell, and he saw a single gravestone standing in the emptiness before him. A familiar handsome face stared back at him from the photo on the gravestone, but now that face was cold, bearing the chill of death.

Fu Rong was horrified. How could this be?

He couldn’t comprehend why Chi Yao’s photo was on the gravestone.

But it didn’t stop there; in front of the gravestone lay a longevity lock intended for a baby. Fu Rong’s body felt unsteady as he stared at the baby’s lock, and he bent down slowly to pick it up.

As he lifted it, tears rolled down his cheeks. For a moment, he thought it was raining, but when he touched his face, he realized he was crying.

Why?

Fu Rong couldn’t make sense of it.

Suddenly, he glanced to the side and saw someone standing there. Though dressed in dark clothing, the face was unmistakably his own.

Why was there another version of himself?

Where was this place?

The figure looked back at him, their gaze almost eerie. Though they should not have seen him, Fu Rong felt as if “he” was silently telling him that all his questions would be answered if he followed.

The figure turned and walked down the hill, and Fu Rong instinctively followed.

He got into “his” car, with the other self in the driver’s seat while Fu Rong sat in the back.

He wanted to speak, to ask where they were and why they looked identical.

But when Fu Rong opened his mouth, no sound came out.

The car drove away from the graveyard along a quiet road, continuing for several hours. Fu Rong wasn’t sure how long it had been—maybe one or two hours, or even longer.

The vehicle stopped at the base of a mountain, where steep steps climbed to the peak.

Fu Rong looked up, further perplexed.

Why were they suddenly climbing a mountain?

The other him continued up the steps without stopping, while Fu Rong began to breathe heavily, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Yet the figure never paused.

He was leading Fu Rong to a place he didn’t know, but Fu Rong felt a premonition that all his questions would finally be addressed there.

He pressed on, climbing without resting.

As darkness fell and a heavy night descended, they continued their ascent. Fu Rong and his other self moved one behind the other up the mountain.

Fu Rong glanced at his wristwatch, but it had stopped ticking as if broken.

He estimated they had been climbing for almost two hours but still hadn’t reached the summit.

After another hour or so of climbing, they finally arrived at the top.

At the summit stood a structure. At first, Fu Rong didn’t see it clearly, but as they entered, he looked up to find it was a temple.

Fu Rong was clear that many temples were located at the top of mountains, but what were they doing at the temple? Was there something that required praying and worshipping?

Fu Rong considered himself a materialist and didn’t believe in ghosts or deities.

The other self walked into the temple, and it seemed the people inside recognized him. Upon seeing him, they quickly approached, increasing Fu Rong’s confusion. The other self didn’t turn back and walked quickly as if there were something urgent.

As the figure was about to disappear, Fu Rong hurriedly followed.

A monk led him to the left, turned a few corners, and arrived at a small room. Inside, two special lamps were lit, and behind the lamps was a photo—the same one Fu Rong had seen at the graveyard not long ago.

“Mr. Fu, rest assured, your beloved and your child will be blessed by the Buddha and will have a happy next life,” the monk said, standing to the side, while the other self gazed deeply at the person in the photo.

Fu Rong walked over to the monk, but the monk couldn’t see him, nor could the other self.

Fu Rong turned to look at the two burning lamps and found the situation absurd. What was going on?

Had Chi Yao left?

How could that be possible?

Was it something that would happen in the future?

Was he somehow foreseeing it?

That couldn’t be. If that were the case, there should be a photo of the baby too, but there was only Chi Yao’s photo here.

And then, it suddenly clicked for Fu Rong: in the photo, Chi Yao hadn’t given birth to the baby yet; the baby was still in his womb. They…

One body, two lives?

Fu Rong couldn’t believe this reality. He wanted to leave, to return to Chi Yao and the baby. The other self slowly turned around, eyes filled with deep love, as if he had lost the most important thing.

The figure walked toward Fu Rong, and Fu Rong wanted to shake his head, but his body suddenly became immobile.

The other self walked directly into Fu Rong’s body, causing Fu Rong to shudder. His expression quickly changed, and Fu Rong’s mouth cracked open as he suddenly started to laugh.

As he laughed, his voice turned hoarse, and tears streamed down from his bloodshot eyes.

At that moment, the monk saw Fu Rong: “Fu Rong, thank you for your generous donation to the temple. We will light lamps for Chi Yao and the child for ten years.”

Fu Rong nodded, “Thank you, Master.”

He turned to leave the temple and walked to the edge of the railing, where a deep abyss lay below. He slowly raised his hand to his chest, suddenly unsure of what was real and what was fake.

Was everything here real, or was it the other place where he had Chi Yao and the baby that was real?

Fu Rong laughed again, a silent laugh.

As he descended the mountain, each step felt as though his heart was being crushed. The journey down was painfully long, and unexpectedly, Fu Rong hoped the path would never end. He was uncertain of what awaited him at the bottom—this reality without Chi Yao and the baby or something else entirely.

When Fu Rong reached the base of the mountain and saw the car parked below, he could only shake his head and smile.

Getting into the car, he drove back that night to his home, to the room without Chi Yao and the baby.

In the room were some children’s toys, ones that “he” had bought, or one could say they were bought by Fu Rong himself.

Holding a green toy dinosaur, Fu Rong sat on the sofa. He looked down at the toy, and his eyes slowly grew wet. He laughed again, a smile more painful than tears.

He got up and went to the bedroom, taking an album from the drawer. Most of the photos in the album were of one person, and they were not flattering—images of someone emaciated while staying in the hospital. Fu Rong hadn’t gone to the hospital, but he had installed a camera in the room to check on Chi Yao’s condition whenever he had the time.

Chi Yao hated him, not even knowing that the child was his. The person he had slept with that night was Fu Rong.

Fu Rong had many opportunities to say something, but the more time passed, the less courage he had.

He truly was a coward.

Fu Rong smiled as he flipped through Chi Yao’s photos, noting the lack of smiling faces. In the last days of his life, Chi Yao suffered from pain, but he never cried in front of others, only shedding silent tears at night.

Fu Rong wanted to go to the hospital, but whenever he appeared, Chi Yao would get agitated and sometimes even throw things at him.

So Fu Rong went to the hospital but only stood outside, looking through the glass.

Chi Yao passed away one night while Fu Rong was away on business. When he returned and checked the surveillance footage, he realized how much pain and despair Chi Yao had experienced when he left.

He wished someone would show up, even if it was just to accompany him on his final journey.

Tears fell from Fu Rong’s eyes onto the photo, instantly soaking it.

Wiping away his tears, Fu Rong leaned down and kissed Chi Yao’s lips in the photo.

Was this place a dream?

It had to be a dream. His beloved, his Chi Yao, how could he leave in such a tragic way? It couldn’t be real. Fu Rong shook his head; he wouldn’t accept such a thing.

Fu Rong left and got back into the car. He felt that everything had started at the graveyard, so returning there would be fine.

Then he could go back to Chi Yao and the baby. He had been gone for so long without telling them, and Chi Yao would surely be worried.

Fu Rong hurried toward the graveyard, driving along the mountain road. Suddenly, he felt like there was a problem with the brakes, and the car flew off the road and plunged down the cliff.

Sitting there, Fu Rong felt that everything was so real; the pain throughout his body was real. He didn’t know what was happening; he just wanted to go back.

He had abandoned Chi Yao and the baby once, leaving them both to live in loneliness; this time he could not abandon them again.

The car rolled down to the bottom of the mountain, and Fu Rong was bleeding all over.

He didn’t look at his body; he crawled up the slope, dragging thick blood on the ground. He couldn’t feel the pain anymore, only one thought: he had to crawl back to the graveyard.