I was stabbed in the street, and I desperately shielded my wife behind me.
The knife pierced my chest, but I had no time to care about the pain.
I dragged her to the osmanthus tree in a roadside park, but I couldn't hold on any longer.
Blood kept pouring from my wound, staining the fallen blossoms beneath me red.
The cries for help by my ear grew fainter and fainter. I knew I was near the end.
With a trembling hand, I reached for her face.
"From the day we got married until now, have you ever truly loved me?"
Su Qingya pressed hard against my wound, her expression cold as ever.
"Shut up. Help is on the way."
A faint smile tugged at my lips.
Even as I died, I still hadn't heard her say she loved me.
My vision gradually blurred.
When I woke again, I had somehow returned to fifteen years ago.
Given another chance, I would never go near Su Qingya again.
But right in front of me, she walked step by step to the edge of the rooftop, then turned and smiled at me.
"Shen Yan, if I die in front of you, will you still admit that you love me?"
