During the first year of her death, he acted unconcerned.
The next year, he suddenly felt a little missed her.
In the third year, every corner of his life was filled with her shadow.
In the fourth year, he often visited her gravesite and sat there all day long.
In the fifth year, when people found him, he was already dead leaning against her tombstone.
He once thought that he hated her.
He once thought that he could never fall in love with her.
But... The one who stepped on the horse, had his head been kicked by a donkey?
(The hero and heroine are reborn, comedy!)