Chapter 5

I'm lucky too, Wendy. You're my first love too!

But why did you... Did that man force you? I started overthinking as I listened.

"Ah, how wonderful! I hear you have two children?"

"Yes, two little angels joined our family last year, a boy and a girl. The boy's name is—"

The recording suddenly cut off there. I anxiously said "Hello? Hello?" for a while, then my future self's voice came on, "Stop shouting, you're going to blow my eardrum out."

"What's the boy's name?" I asked anxiously.

"Don't be so impatient, you'll find out eventually," my future self said smugly.

"What you just heard was a recording of a reporter interviewing Wendy. I want to tell you that Wendy will definitely become your wife in the future, and you are destined for success. Are you relieved now?"

"Mm-hmm." I nodded like a puppy. Now, I no longer wanted to die, and even felt a deep sense of fear for almost missing out on a wonderful future.

"I know you're at the hotel to borrow money from Terry. Go home. You won't be able to borrow any," my future self said, knowing how it would turn out. "You haven't paid him back from last time, and Terry's mother is critically ill. He needs money more than you do."

"Critically ill? Is it serious?" I asked, surprised. Terry never mentioned it. Earlier, my mind was completely occupied with Wendy, so I went up to the rooftop after only a few words with Terry.

"Very serious. She needs a kidney transplant. It'll cost tens of thousands, which might not seem like much later, but Terry can't afford that money now."

Hearing that, I felt very sad. Terry was the only person I could still consider a close friend. We had both experienced the baptism of unemployment, so we could understand each other's plight.

If possible, I really wanted to help him. Unfortunately, I didn't have the means.

"As for Wendy... just forgive her for now. Pretend this cheating never happened, and don't ever bring it up with her again. You love her so much, you should be able to do that, right? She'll eventually come back to you," my future self continued to persuade me.

I nodded with difficulty. Since her future was with me, I would choose to forgive her this time. I made up my mind not to overthink it, rubbed my numb legs, and stood up with effort.

As I walked towards the metal door to leave the rooftop, I thanked my future self, "Thank you, future me. It sounds a bit strange to say, but you saved my life."

My future self laughed, "No problem. Saving you is saving myself, isn't it?"

I chuckled softly, saw the propofol syringe I'd thrown aside, and casually remarked, "That was a close call. You should've called when I was about to inject myself."

My future self said, "Inject yourself? Are you sick? You need to take better care of your health! There's a happy life waiting for you!"

I abruptly stopped.

"Huh? Why'd you stop?" a confused voice came from the other end of the phone.

I looked around, asking, "Can you see what's happening here?"

"Only through your phone's camera, and only when the call is connected," he urged me to leave again. "If you're interested in future tech, go home and sit down in a comfy spot. We can have a long chat."

Ignoring his suggestion, I continued to ask, "Before jumping, what was I originally going to do?"