Zhu Xingchi and I have been bitter couples for half our lives.
Before we died, we both looked at each other and used the most vicious words to hope that we would never meet each other again in the next life.
He hated me for tying him up with marriage and children, causing him to lose the opportunity to become a singer in Beijing.
I hate that he eats and drinks outside all day long, leaving his seriously ill parents-in-law and a pair of children to me.
And we were reborn in our resentment towards each other.
We looked at each other in the crowd and turned around and left without hesitation.
I hope we won't regret it this time.
