After the Failure of the Second Male Lead

I traveled into a romance novel to explore the infatuated male lead. The heroine and I were kidnapped at the same time. The hero and the two men who came over gathered around the heroine to ask her for her welfare. The heroine and I celebrate birthdays, and the second male lead will only carefully select gifts for the heroine. I endured everything that should have happened to him. After three years of marriage, he was polite and distant, looking in the direction of the white moonlight in the dark night. I thought he didn't care. But after I died, he kowtowed step by step in the ice and snow, knelt down the 999 steps and opened the temple door. I just want to be with you again.