I've been with my wife for four and a half years. She loved me passionately, but because of my mission, I could only pretend I didn't love her, hurting her again and again. I knew that even when I showed her a moment of tenderness, she wouldn't believe I loved her. Later, during the final stage of my mission, I was so busy that I didn't see my wife for nearly a month. I thought that once this was over, I could make it up to her and tell her how deeply I loved her. But a mistake is a mistake, and there was no chance to make amends. The day I completed my mission, my wife died. I read the diary she had kept before her death and began recording things the way she did. That's when I realized how wise my wife had been. Love and memories really could sustain me for only seven days, because at midnight on the seventh day, I saw my wife in a white dress, reaching out to me.
"Qingqing, you finally came."
The male lead's perspective on a seven-day death countdown.
Theme: Love
