They Only Started Loving Me After I Died

On the day we got married, I joyfully married Cheng Hao, thinking I had finally found happiness.

“Qingyue never had it, so you don’t deserve to have it either.”

He loved her too: my brilliant older sister.

They all hated me. They hated that my sister had died in the accident instead of me.

This time, I finally died just as they wished. Yet they knelt before my grave, begging me to come back.