Record of Crossing Delusions

Hong Kong vibes | Triads | Tormented romance | Intense Chinese aesthetics | High tension | Powerful atmosphere | Raw emotions

I transmigrated back to 1997 to sever my ties with him with my own hands.

Everyone in Hong Kong’s elite circles knew I was the adopted daughter of the Wang family and the most cherished younger sister of the powerful Wang Hengsheng.

But no one knew that I’d returned with memories of the future: he would die for me in the year 2000, and the cause of his death would remain a mystery.

I made a scene at every turn, flirted with other men, and even wished him well with his arranged fiancée.

All I wanted was for him to despise me, keep his distance, and survive.

But he pulled me into his arms and kissed my neck, sneering:

“Jiang Shuzhi, your life belongs to me. Trying to run?”

Later, when I was dying from poison, he knelt outside the operating room and signed the consent form.

The doctor asked who the donor was. He calmly replied, “Me.”

It turned out that in this destiny spanning time, he had died for me thousands upon thousands of times.

He hadn’t died. He had simply found a more painful way to stay by my side and live with me.

“Can you smell the gardenias? They’re the remains of my love for you, blooming into mountains year after year.”