At the funeral before his rebirth, Li Wu discovered that his cold-blooded ex-husband had my initials tattooed on the inside of his wrist.
Lying in the cemetery he sent me, I went back to my twentieth birthday.
This time I held up the hem of my skirt and ran towards him, only to see him hiding the ring box in his hand in a panic.
"Don't plan to propose to me again, right?" I smiled and held his wrist.
But I felt a pinprick that hadn't healed yet - exactly where the tattoo would be in the future.
