Reborn, I Welded His Urn into His Chest with My Own Hands

Two male leads\\Dom-top\\Angst\\Happy ending\\Cheng Ye x Shen Yan I died on the night of Shen Yan's engagement. Reborn seven years earlier, I became his personal bodyguard. His fingertip brushed over my résumé photo. “Your eyes can only be on me.” His fiancée ground her heel into my fingers and sneered. “Shen Yan's dog doesn't even need a burial for its ashes.” I took a knife for him and bled. He asked hoarsely, “If you met Cheng Ye, what would you tell him?” I pulled a towel over my face. “Good morning, Mr. Shen.” The night I jumped, I tore open my shirt, revealing a flame tattoo, and shouted, “The person who knelt in the rain seven years ago... was me!” Five years later, in the Norwegian snow, he clutched an empty urn and coughed blood. “Every tear you shed hurts so much I can barely stand.” This time, you turn back first.