At the funeral after she was reborn, Li Wu discovered that her cold, desireless ex-husband had her initials tattooed on the inside of his wrist.
Lying in the grave he had bought for her, I returned to the day of my twentieth birthday.
This time, I hurried toward him, lifting my skirt, only to see him hastily hide the ring box in his hand.
“Don't tell me you're planning to propose to me again?” I said with a smile, taking hold of his wrist,
only to feel the pinprick marks that hadn't healed yet, right where the tattoo would be in the future.
