After Dying Tragically, I Discovered My Childhood Friend and I Were Both Reborn

On his way to the airport to see his first love, my childhood sweetheart rescued me after I was in a car accident. He missed his last chance to see his first love, and believed I had done it on purpose. He hated me for ten whole years. When I collapsed in a pool of blood again while rushing to the film set and begged him for help, he chose to abandon me, sending me to my death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day he had once rescued me. But this time, he chose to leave me there. Yet his life no longer unfolded in the glorious way it had before. Years later, down on his luck, he rushed onto my concert stage and asked me, “Why don’t you want me anymore?”