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In order for me to live in the cemetery as soon as possible, my wife signed away my heart surgery. "This is what Tian Yue worked so hard to design for you. I don't want him to wait for a long time." "He has an anxiety disorder. The cemetery has been built for several years. He will be dying if you don't live in it." "You are sick yourself, so it is a good thing to help him relieve stress before you die." But I was lying on the operating table in pain and couldn't breathe. I was completely devastated and signed the divorce agreement with trembling hands. She looked at her with a pale face as she took Yang Tianyue's arm. Later, in order to regain my desire for life, I taught myself to become a children's photographer. Three years later, he met his ex-wife He Xinxin again. Suddenly she poured a cup of coffee on my head. "Liang Siqi, don't you hate it? We're already divorced, and yet you're still here pretending to meet by chance, trying to attract my attention with all your pretense!"

When I was dying in the hospital, my wife asked me to sign a divorce agreement. Her Bai Yueguang car is waiting downstairs. "You're not coming, are you?" I asked. "Of course, even if you die, I won't come back." That's good, I don't want her to see my last miserable state. On the day when I refused chemotherapy and my ashes were scattered into the sea, she was taking wedding photos at the beach. Later, she jumped into the sea like crazy and almost drowned. "Why don't you tell me, I would rather die." She stayed at the beach every day, muttering: "We will still be together in the next life."

Ma Xiaoding, who had just opened his eyes to see through his fate, went to work as a bodyguard for his destined wife Tang Jiayi. After entering the city, he was like a fish in water, playing with flowers.