The day I died was February 14, White Day.
Rong Yunyan wore the white suit I had personally tailored for him as he married another girl.
He considerately lifted the train of her wedding dress and led her by the hand along a path strewn with rose petals, accepting everyone's blessings.
Ribbons fluttered through the air and landed in the bride's hair. With a tender look, he carefully picked them out for her.
Everything before me was exactly how I had dreamed my wedding would be.
He remembered every single thing I had asked for. He had simply forgotten me.
As he wished, I was dead and would never disturb the wonderful future he had with another girl again.
It wasn't until the day I was laid in my coffin that he finally remembered everything. The woman he had hated so much was the one he had loved for twenty years, the moonlight in his heart...
The story is delicate, smooth and well-written. I hope the author kills the male protagonist. I'm sorry.
Looking forward to the follow-up