1960: Reborn, I Refuse to Marry a Heartless Scumbag

For more than sixty years, I guarded a sheet of marriage papers, two shabby side rooms, and the promise, “Wait for me.” But you had long since made a life for yourself in another place, with children and grandchildren all around you. You had long forgotten those marriage papers and that promise.

For over sixty years, he stayed here, caring for his paralyzed parents, until he finally laid them to rest as well.

In these last few years, she happened to overhear some young relatives from her brother-in-law’s family whispering that the man was still alive. She clung to life just to see him once more. Who could have guessed that when they met again, he’d bring his wife and children to demand the two shabby side rooms that had originally belonged to their family, then ask who she was and why she was occupying his family’s rooms?

Those words broke her heart, and she died of grief.

Then she was reborn...

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