My wife and I have been together for four and a half years, and she loves me passionately, but I can only pretend not to love her because of my work, which hurts her time and time again. I know that even if I show a moment of tenderness, she doesn't believe that I love her. Later, at the end of my work, I was busy with work, and I didn't see my wife for nearly a month. I thought that after this period, I could make amends and tell my wife that I I was full of love, but a mistake was a mistake, and there would be no chance to make amends. On the day I ended my mission, my wife passed away. I read the diary written by my wife before her death, and imitated her way of recording. I discovered that my wife was so wise, and her love and memories were really only enough to last seven days, because at midnight on the seventh day, I saw my wife in a white dress reaching out to me.
"Qingqing, you are finally here"
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It is the perspective of the male protagonist in the seven-day countdown to death.
Intention: love