Next to My Left Hand Is Your Right Hand

Six years ago, when I was in college, I met that person. He loved her, loved her, and pampered her. He spent a lot of money to make her happy. She loved him and was nurtured by him. Her youth blossomed for him. At the engagement ceremony, he disappeared and "passed away." She learned of his "death" at the engagement site. Fainted on the spot. I woke up completely soulless. She left this sad place and returned to her hometown, rejecting the love of the person she defined as her brother who had always held her in the palm of her hand. Back home, life is like a machine. Unexpectedly, I met my beloved by chance again. The beloved man tried every means to ignite her passion for life. During that year, she fell in love with her husband. The two people who originally wanted to decide happiness did not want accidents to happen again and again. The dead lover is still alive, and even revealed a shocking secret. Her choice is crucial. The turning points of life, the test of love, the unpredictability of the human heart, and finally, at the end, I found the love of my life.