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I died seven years after breaking up with my ex-boyfriend. At his wedding. As a special guest, he was pushed off the rooftop by his bride. When my body fell, I could suddenly read everyone's heartbeats-- "Finally dead. How dare this bitch know him seven years before I did." "It's a pity that we haven't obtained her research data yet." "Sister, you are the sacrifice of our love." Before I completely lost consciousness, I heard the most familiar voice saying: "Clean up, don't make the wedding venue dirty." When I open my eyes again, I go back to the day when I was eighteen years old and he confessed his love to me. This time, I kissed his brother in front of him.