The Runaway Bride

“I must be dead!” When Murong Yu opened her eyes again, she couldn’t help asking herself, “Is this heaven? Or hell?” After a moment’s hesitation, she gave a bitter smile. Someone like me, who gave up on life of my own accord, must be going to hell after death. Probably the eighteenth level of the Avici Hell, too. At the thought of having to endure the agony of climbing a mountain of knives and being plunged into a pot of boiling oil, Murong Yu shuddered and bitterly regretted her choice. If, if she could start over, she would never have taken that step. Thinking back, she had loved life so much. Even though she had lived in sorrow from childhood, she had never once thought of...