[Modern Romance + Rebirth + Wife Chasing Crematorium + Scumbag Abuse + Cool Writing + Two-way Redemption + Past and Present Life + Reunion]
In my last life, I waited for him for eleven years, from the age of nineteen to thirty. What awaited was a forced marriage, seven years of indifference, countless waiting nights, and a diagnosis of terminal pancreatic cancer.
He said "I love you" as he died in his arms. That was the first and last time he said it.
I opened my eyes and went back to 2015. Nineteen years old, just admitted to college, holding a ticket to Beicheng in hand. In my last life, I lost my book at the airport and he picked it up for me. I remembered him for eleven years.
This time, I bent down, picked up the book before him, and left without looking back.
I won't wait for him to live again. I want to paint, have a painting exhibition, and become a painter. I want to go to many places, see many seas and see many sunsets. I want to live for myself.
But why did he come after him? This man who never looked at me in the last life, in this life is like crazy, asking me over and over again - "Who are you?"
