You Died for Your First Love? I’m Reborn and Done Being Softhearted

On her wedding day, her fiance slit his wrists for his first love. Among the five hundred and twenty letters scattered everywhere, every single one bore another woman's name. Only then did Wen Yuejian realize that the four years they'd been together had all been a joke.

She woke up one day reborn at the age of seventeen.

This time, Wen Yuejian refused to let her uncle take her inheritance and moved in with the Fu family, old friends of her parents.

Everyone said the Fu family's young master was a delinquent: useless, unruly, and gloomy.

But on one stormy night, Fu Wenxing curled up in Wen Yuejian's arms, looking vulnerable. "Don't leave me."

Later, when Xie Ci'an held up his wrist wounds and hopefully offered her the letters he'd written, begging her to get back together, Fu Wenxing revealed the bite mark beneath the tattoo on his shoulder blade. Smiling nonchalantly, he said, "Do your one thousand three hundred and fourteen letters make up for this scar?"