In my previous life, I died of late-stage gastric cancer.
Before I died, I heard my husband, Lu Jingchen, standing outside the ward door, smiling and saying to Su Wan'er, "When she dies, we will get married."
After five years of deep love, my life has become a joke.
When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the night when I was 24 and woke up from gastric lavage. Lu Jingchen stood in front of the hospital bed with porridge in his hands, his face full of rehearsed affection. Nineteen days later, he will propose to me with a ring.
This time, I looked at him and smiled:
"Let's break up."
I will make my own plans, I will torture the scum myself, and I will protect my mother with all my strength. I will pay this debt one by one for what I owe you in my previous life.
But I counted everyone except Gu Yanzhou, my mortal enemy who had been fighting with me for ten years and choked me whenever we met.
On the night we broke up, he blocked the door of the ward and brought me stomach medicine packaged into morning, noon and night. He remembers the brand of my stomach medicine; he knows my habit of taking lemon candies. The next night, it was very windy on the rooftop, so he spoke straight:
"Lin Wanning, come with me to get the certificate. If Lu Jingchen owes you, I will accompany you to collect it."
Later I learned that this man, whom the whole company thought was a "parachute worker", was hiding two things.
First, he also carries with him the memories of his previous life.
Second, the entire office building where he works belongs to his family.
