Lu Chenyuan was reborn.
In the last second, he watched his wife's white skirt blooming in the night, like a broken platycodon flower.
The next second, he returned to three months ago when they "first met".
The silver ring on her little finger that was supposed to be hers was evidence of past life sins and the only token of salvation in this life.
He spent three months carefully preparing for a perfect reunion.
But what he didn't expect was--
When he walked towards her in the gallery, He Ran's eyes looked like he had seen him die.
She backed away, she trembled, and she smelled a smell of Chinese medicine that shouldn't be there.
It was the taste that she hated the most after he forced her to drink it for three years in her previous life.
He Ran didn't know why he was afraid of this strange man.
All she knew was that his eyes made her suffocate, and his approach made her want to run away.
All she knew was that after returning home, she could use charcoal with her eyes closed to draw the very faint tear mole under his left eye.
If she remembers nothing, why is the body more honest than the mind?
If she remembered everything, why was she still alive within his reach?
Lu Chenyuan stood downstairs in her apartment, looking at the lighted window.
What he didn't know was that behind the curtain, He Ran was also looking at him.
