Love and Hate Come Too Late

Three months after I died in a car accident, my wife, Sheng Ya, finally remembered me.

She called me and angrily demanded, "Qiao Sen, have you fixed the pearl necklace Huo Jun gave me yet?"

"You didn't throw it away, did you? Qiao Sen, I told you Huo Jun and I are innocent. Do you really have to take this all the way to divorce?"

"Are you dead? Say something!"

My younger brother's voice came through the phone: "Yes, my brother, Qiao Sen, is dead."