After My Divorce and Funeral, the Capital's Crown Prince Wept at My Grave

I died on February 14, Valentine’s Day. Rong Yunyan wore the white suit I had custom-made for him as he married another girl. He thoughtfully lifted the train of her wedding dress and led her by the hand along a path strewn with rose petals, accepting everyone’s blessings. Ribbons fluttered through the air and landed in the bride’s hair. With a tender look, he carefully plucked them away. Everything before my eyes was exactly how I had dreamed my wedding would be. He remembered every single thing I had asked for, yet somehow forgot me. Just as he wished, I died, never to disturb his wonderful future with another girl again. Only on the day I was laid to rest did he finally remember everything. The woman he had despised so much was the one he had loved for twenty years, his one true love…