After Rebirth, I Personally Welded the Urn into His Heart

Double male protagonist\\main attack\\abuse story\\HE\\Cheng Ye X Shen Yan I died on Shen Yan's engagement night. Reborn seven years ago, I became his personal bodyguard. He ran his fingertips across the resume photo: "You can only have me in your eyes." The high heels ran over my fingers, and my fiancée sneered: "The ashes of Shen Yan's dog don't need to be buried." I blocked the knife for him and it was stained with blood. He asked hoarsely: "If you knew Cheng Ye, what would you tell him?" I pulled the towel and covered my face: "Good morning, Mr. Shen." The night I jumped off the building, I pulled open my shirt to reveal my flame tattoo and shouted, "The person kneeling in the rain seven years ago - it was me!" Five years later, in the snow of Norway, he was holding an empty urn and coughing up blood: "Every tear you shed makes me so painful that I can't stand." It's your turn this time.