A Car Crash on the Eve of Our Wedding Tore Us Apart, and He Spent Eighteen Years of His Life Keeping Me Safe

Full five stars! Reading and listening at the same time, it was over and I couldn't calm down for a long time. I rushed here, not wanting to waste a moment, and quickly wrote these words. Different from ordinary life and death abuse articles, the core of this story is really poignant. The male protagonist had already predicted the danger of the car accident, quietly deleted the danger avoidance reminder, unbuckled his seat belt at the moment of the impact, and made up his mind to accompany the female protagonist to the danger from the beginning. The heroine passed away and turned into a soul, accompanying her day and night for eighteen years. He kept silent, not daring to respond to the soul, for fear of blowing away her last vestige of obsession, and forcefully spending half his life to protect a wisp of the dead soul. There is no bloody misunderstanding, no third party to disrupt the situation, only two-way care and sacrifice. What broke my guard the most was the scene at Samsara Ferry, where he resolutely overturned Wangchenshui. Eighteen years of yin and yang, so lonely, he was unwilling to give up any memories. White roses, orange candies, old canvas shoes, each small item connects half a lifetime, with delicate and gentle details. In the end, they are reunited in reincarnation, healed successfully, and finally come to their destination. I didn't deliberately act miserable, but I was heart-wrenching every word. Ahhhh, I sincerely recommend it to all book lovers who like soulful books. It has great stamina and is worth reading again and again!

The subject matter is novel, the conception is wonderful, the writing is exquisite, and the words are not sensational. The more I read, the more tears I shed. Can this feeling be compared to Titanic?