Reborn with My Wife Before Our Graduation Trip

An accident during our graduation trip left my left leg amputated, but the campus belle I'd secretly loved proposed to me. For thirty years of marriage, we treated each other with courtesy and respect. Only before I died did I discover that all 199 love letters I'd written had been tossed into a pile of junk, while she'd locked someone else's letters in a safe and treasured them. My condition worsened, and I lay dying in a hospital bed. She arrived late. As I closed my eyes, I heard the last words she said to me: “Next time, don't save me.” At last, I understood how she felt. She'd rather die than be with me again. When I woke up, I was back before our graduation trip. I decided to leave her alone this time and become a stranger to her for the rest of my life. But when disaster struck again, she threw herself in front of me. “This time, let me save you.”