My Wife's First Love Died, and I Laughed Out Loud at the Funeral

The rain was pouring. Black umbrellas stood in rows throughout the cemetery, while sobs rose and fell all around. I stood in the back row, watching the woman in a black dress ahead of me, her shoulders shaking as she cried. That was my wife, Lin Shiyu. She was weeping for her dead first love.

It was Fang Zhiming's funeral. I suddenly laughed.

"Jiang Han, what are you doing?" Lin Shiyu turned and glared at me, tears still on her face. "Zhiming is dead, and you're actually laughing?"

"Why shouldn't I laugh?" I put away my umbrella and let the rain beat against my face. "I'm happy he's dead."

Everyone there turned to look at me. Fang Zhiming