In the fire, my wife of ten years, whom I loved deeply, rescued her childhood sweetheart. She glanced at me coldly. "A hard-hearted man like you deserves to die." And so I was swallowed by the flames alive, dying in agony and bitterness. Even my soul could find no peace, trapped by Qiao Yanyan's side. But when she saw my corpse with her own eyes, she went mad. She stole my ashes and held them beside her pillow as she slept, day and night. Who are you putting on this act for? Disgusting. The next moment, I was reborn.
