You’re So Many Years Late

Three years after I died, Ji Ruyan finally won back the frail love of her life, and the two returned to China for a wedding of the century.

To force me to show myself and donate a kidney to save her beloved, she had my father sent to prison and drove my mother to swallow pills and kill herself.

Even then, she kept waiting for me to appear, grovel, and apologize. Little did she know that what she was waiting for was proof that I had been dead all along.