Half a year after my death, my wife married her first love. At the wedding, my wife was in tears and hugged the man tightly. My son personally gave them a glass of wine and cried and said to him, "I can finally call you dad in an upright and upright manner." My soul was floating in the air, watching people applaud and praise their eternal love. I didn't pay any attention to the fact that my first wife, who was just and righteous, was still dead. When she woke up again, it was the time when her father came to propose marriage. "If you don't stay in college, you will become enemies if you stay or stay. Ah Jian, are you willing to marry my daughter?" I flatly refused, "Teacher Xie, please forgive me for not being too high-minded!"
