With gentle features and the best years of her life ahead, she sees spring turn to autumn over ten years. The gentle one becomes covered in scars, and after she dies, the whole world comes to love her.
This is a short story that ends in its very first chapter. The one I locked away was something I wanted to make longer, but I only wrote a few chapters before starting a different version as a full-length novel.
There's also another mid-length version in another book, Reborn to Tear the Villain Apart: My Wife Is Irresistible.
Theme: A tragic ending, written on a whim. I'll write the continuation as a recollection.
Do I remember that day again?
There's nothing to say, it's just tear-jerking