In the third year of my marriage to Lu Sichen, his first love returned from abroad.
She wanted my kidney, so he personally sent me to the operating table.
He didn’t even care that I was three months pregnant.
Just before I lost consciousness, I heard him say, “Don’t be afraid. You’ll only lose a kidney. You’ll still be alive.”
Later, I really did die.
I died at the birthday banquet he held for his first love, at the moment he let her push me down the stairs.
Reborn on the day of our engagement banquet, I watched as he lovingly slipped a ring onto my finger.
This time, I smiled and hurled the ring straight at his face.
“Lu Sichen, you can keep this piece of trash for yourself and your first love.”
