After more than ten years of getting along, my fiancé, who kept saying he loved me and wanted to marry me, was pushed off a cliff. Until the moment he died, he told me the truth: it was his plan to make me fall in love with him, all just to kill me.
When I woke up again, I had no resentment or hatred. Because I was in another life and was hurt too deeply, I looked at the world coldly and wanted to go back and forth from where I came. But in the end, could I really go back? I don't want to use the pain of love in my previous life to harm myself again in this life...