Head Over Heels

In the VIP room of the bar, Hearst was lying on the sofa limply, with a bottle of wine in his hand. He raised his head and kept drinking. On the table, there were dozens of bottles of wine. In the past two days and nights, he had been drinking in the bar. It seemed that as long as he was still drunk, he could pretend that Heidy was still alive.

When he thought of the DNA identification result, the tear liquid quietly flew on his cheek, without a sound. Over the past five months, Heidy had been in a vegetative state. And he shed tears at the first time. After that, he had become stronger and got through it. He knew that she would wake up once she fell asleep.

But now, the DNA identification result was the biggest blow to him. Thinking of the death of Heidy, he didn't even have the courage to live. He didn't know what else he could do as he was still alive. He had never felt so desperate before.

Ever since he knew the result, he had been unwilling to accept it. He drown his sorrows so that he could get rid of the thought. But the more he wanted to get drunk, the soberer he was. He had drunk too much in the past two days, but nothing had changed.

Noah pushed open the door of private room and was shocked by the strong smell of alcohol. Walking up to him, Noah grabbed his arm and tried to pull him up. "Hearst, wake up. How much have you drunk? Do you still want to die?"

Then, Hearst raised his head and looked at him, "Get out of my way. Don't touch me... It's all your fault. You killed Heidy. Heidy left me. She left me because she knew you all wanted her to leave. Why do you all ask me to give up on her? It's up to me whether I want to..."

Noah looked at him and seriously said, "I know you are not in a good mood. But Heidy has passed away. Even if you don't want to accept, you can't deny it. Even if you got drunk and died here today, she wouldn't come to life. Come on, Hearst. She's dead!"

Before h

Drugged one night by her ex-boyfriend, a mysterious man took advantage of her in an ecstatic night filled with sex.

To take her revenge, she married the man, and used him.

"As long as I'm alive, I'm still his legal wife, while all of you are just his mistresses."

She remained adamant even when he was involved in scandals with other women.

Eventually she stormed off after she learned that he had betrayed her again.But life brought her back to him a few years later, to his astonishment.

d bitterly, "Heidy, I'm willing to exchange everything I have for you. I would like to sacrifice my own life for yours. Heidy, I beg you. Can you come back? Heidy, I beg you, beg you..."

There was only his voice echoed in the room. He was drunk and weak, as if he would fall down at any time. His voice was the only sound in this empty room. The air was still filled with coldness even in the middle of the day. However, as for Hearst, he didn't feel anything. Lowering his head, Hearst said in a hoarse voice, "Heidy, it's so cold here. We'd better leave, okay?"

Seeing her hand was outside the cloth, Hearst crouched and held her icy hand, "Heidy, I..."

When Hearst was about to say something, he felt something strange. Looking at her fair arms, Hearst knew that something was wrong. Again, Hearst tightened the grip on his hand, closed his eyes, and started to sense something. All of a sudden, Hearst loosened his grip on her wrist and said, "No, she is not Heidy. Their hands are different in size. Heidy had thinner bones and slimmer palm. It's impossible. She is not Heidy!"

Realizing this, the drunkenness soon disappeared. He rose immediately, his dying heart revived. With his eyes fixed somewhere, Hearst said in a serious tone, "Heidy must be alive. She must be alive."