Dear Mr. Shen

In my past life, I thought he didn't love me, so I treated him terribly.

Only after someone killed him did I find a photograph in his wallet.

It was a picture of me at nineteen. On the back, he had written: "I will love you forever, Gu Nian."

I wept uncontrollably and followed him in death.

Reborn, I saw Shen Ting sitting in the hall reading a magazine, blood seeping from his hand.

"Come on, we're going to the hospital!"

He looked up. After a few seconds of surprise, he said coldly, "Gu Nian, what kind of scene are you planning to make today?"