After Giving My Buddhist Husband and His Childhood Sweetheart Their Happy Ending, He Chased Me to a Battlefield Morgue

On our wedding night, my husband went straight to the Buddhist shrine without even drinking the wedding wine. Because this aloof, noble man had loved my younger sister all along. Over three years of marriage, I exhausted myself trying to warm a block of ice, only to get an even more chilling indifference in return: “Xu Nanxing, I’d rather become a monk than love you.” But the moment a truck came roaring toward me, the man who had hated me all his life risked his own life to save me. Before I passed out, I saw him clutching a doctor as blood poured from his mouth. “Don’t tell that crazy woman who saved her…” “And don’t let my family… make things difficult for her.” With tears in my eyes, I finally understood: I wasn’t the only one at fault in this marriage. After being reborn, I chose to join an international peacekeeping force and head to the front lines. If we can’t grow old together in this life, then I wish him peace in every year, and that we never meet again.