After the Plane Crash, They All Went Mad

I had been secretly in love with my fiancée for years, yet when she drew lots to choose a husband, I announced that I was withdrawing and handed her over to the fake young master. In my previous life, I had fought and schemed, even cheating at the draw to marry her. The fake young master left the country in despair, and I thought I had won. Thirty years later, I suffered sudden heart failure, and my wife donated her heart without a second thought. Everyone envied us, believing we were the perfect example of a devoted couple. They had no idea that her three-thousand-word farewell letter spent two thousand nine hundred words remembering the fake young master, who had died young. She had long wanted to join him. She left me just one sentence: “If you know how to be grateful, then in our next life, please don’t marry me.” My heart broke. At last, I realized that the one woman I had ever wanted did not love me either. When I opened my eyes again, I saw my fiancée about to draw lots. I snatched up the slips and tore them apart. “No need to go through all that. I’ll make this easy for you and Pei Jie!”