One Hundred Days After I Died, My Wife Joined Me in Death

Jian Yue spent less and less time visiting me in the hospital. I smiled and told my friend she was busy. When she made tabloid headlines with a younger man, I endured my illness and faced the media, explaining that they were only working together. We’d been in love for ten years, and I trusted her as much as I trusted myself. Until the day I saw the young man kiss her. Suddenly, a flood of unfamiliar memories surged through my mind. It turned out I was the doomed first love who died young in a story about a heroine finding redemption. My love story with her was barely mentioned. Her real life only began when she fell for the male lead.