I died in the year when Song Qichi loved me the most.
On the rooftop at the age of fifteen, he saved me from seeking death with a math problem and became the only light in my gloomy life.
After ten years of entanglement, we fell in love deeply, but we lost to the reality gap. The script I got was about taking money and leaving, which was a lie "for his own good".
I signed the agreement and moved away, thinking this was the end of the story.
It wasn't until the end of his life that he burst into the ward with red eyes and saw the secret I had hidden.
In that agreement, I had already exceeded all the impossible tasks, and the last page said: "I am good enough for you, but fate doesn't allow it."
Song Qichi, I used death to finally win your eternal memory.
