When I was assassinated on the street, I tried to protect my wife behind me.
The knife stabbed into my chest, but I ignored the pain.
I dragged her and fled under the osmanthus tree in the roadside park. I couldn't hold on anymore.
Blood continued to gush out from the wound, staining the fallen flowers beneath him red.
The cries for help in my ears became fainter and fainter, and I knew I was about to die.
I touched her face with trembling hands.
"From the time you got married to now, do you still have me in your heart?"
Su Qingya held my wound tightly, her expression always cold.
"Shut up, help is on the way."
A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth.
Until the day I die, I still haven't heard her say she loves me.
My vision gradually blurred.
When I woke up again, I was back fifteen years ago.
If I had it to do over again, I would never be close to Su Qingya again in this life.
But in front of me, she walked step by step to the edge of the rooftop, turned around and smiled at me.
"Shen Yan, if I die in front of you, will you still admit that you love me?"
