I Faked My Death and Never Looked Back: My Jerk Childhood Sweetheart Cried Himself Hoarse

I had two childhood friends who grew up with me.

In my childhood, they were the little suns that lit up my life.

Everyone said that one day, their little princess would surely choose one of them to marry.

Then my father brought home his illegitimate daughter.

Our trio became a foursome.

They pitied her circumstances and kept asking me to give things up: my toys, my recommendation for postgraduate study, the gifts I wanted.

It was all right. I gave her everything.

After all, I was going to die soon.

Later, one of them wept at my grave, asking if I could ever come back, while the other leaped into the Huaihai with my photograph in his hands...