[Pure romance + devoted husband + sweet and fluffy + only ever loved each other + both inexperienced]
She died. Thirty-three, living alone, dead from illness.
At the funeral, he opened her diary. Every page was filled with his name, year after year.
The last line was crooked and shaky: “If there’s a next life, I won’t love him. It’s too exhausting.”
Then he opened his eyes and found himself back in 2014. A message from me was waiting on his phone: “Want to go see the cherry blossoms tomorrow? Just the two of us~”
In his previous life, I’d invited Zhang Hao along. She waited under the tree for twenty minutes, then left alone. This time, he deleted the half-typed message and replied with four words: “Sure, just us.”
She said she liked white bellflowers, so he waited by that tree two hours early. She was afraid of thunder, so during a storm he stood downstairs in the rain until he was soaked through. No one ever remembered her birthday, so he lit up the entire university sports field for her.
“How do you know everything?”
“I guessed.”
He hadn’t guessed. He had carved every word into his bones, one by one, from his regrets in his previous life and the diary you’d written.
In this life, every “Maybe later” will become
“Sure, just us.”
