Divorce
Love Me After I’m Gone
I committed suicide.
On New Year’s Eve, when families gather together.
But I never expected that my ex-husband, who had always been indifferent to me, would go mad with revenge against those who treated me badly after my death.
He even wanted to die for me.
Yet when I was alive, he clearly didn’t love me.
Hate You, Save You
Zhou Ci and I were also a pair of resentful lovers, exchanging harsh words and blows, finally threatening, “Whoever doesn’t get divorced is a dog.”
On the way to the divorce, we cursed each other with the most venomous words we could muster.
But when the oil tanker crashed towards us, he jerked the steering wheel, using his side to take the impact.
He let me live 0.01 seconds longer.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the summer at the end of my second year of high school.
Zhou Ciye was holding a bouquet of flowers, asking if I would accept it.
The next second, his listless face lifted, full of gloom.
The moment our eyes met, I knew he had come back too.
