Lin Nian died on her twenty-sixth birthday.
Cause of death: She worked herself to death from overtime. Her phone screen was still lit, displaying an unsent birthday wish.
Twenty-four hours before she died, all three of her ex-boyfriends blocked her at the same time.
The first said, “Stop clinging to me. You’re so annoying.”
The second said, “We’re from different worlds.”
The third said, “You’re not good enough for me.”
On the first day after her death, Lin Nian’s soul drifted above the city.
She discovered that her body had been sent to the wrong place, and all three ex-boyfriends had received notices to identify it.
Even more ironically,
her last Weibo post went viral by accident:
“In my next life, I don’t want to write books. I want to be the cinnabar mole in your hearts.”
The whole internet began trying to identify the “Cinnabar Mole Girl.”
Only then did the three ex-boyfriends realize that the “ordinary girl” they had each blocked after breaking up
was none other than the mysterious internet celebrity with millions of followers, “Never Forgetting.”
She was a genius screenwriter who had just won an international award.
She was the premium business partner their family companies were fighting to secure.
At the funeral,
the son of the richest man knelt before the memorial hall. “She was carrying my child.”
A top movie star slashed his wrist in front of everyone. “I’ll give her my life in return.”
A rising tech tycoon put his entire fortune on the line. “I’ll buy all her books and have them buried with her.”
The funeral was livestreamed to the whole internet, with hundreds of millions of viewers witnessing this unprecedented farewell.
Lin Nian, floating in the air: ???
Wait a minute. Before I died, you guys didn’t say that.
And then things got even more shocking.
Halfway through the funeral, a funeral home employee shakily held up a phone.
“Um... the DNA results are in. This body... isn’t Lin Nian’s.”
