When I died at the hands of kidnappers, my girlfriend was on a date with her male best friend. She hung up on my plea for help and let him kiss her. Later, as a forensic pathologist, she dissected a corpse. Only when she saw her name tattooed on its chest did she realize I was dead. She clutched my ashes like a madwoman, refusing to believe it. "Today is our wedding day, Xie Chusheng. Where did you go...?"
