chapter 2

Who could have imagined we would die on the way to get divorced?

A second before the tanker crashed into us, I was still cursing him as a filthy pervert hiding in dark corners, peeping and fantasizing.

Zhou Ciye’s face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, his jaw clenched.

“The one I like is Xu Nian. From start to finish, it has always been Xu Nian.”

“If you didn’t look exactly like her, do you think I would be with you?”

“Xu Sisi, why don’t you take a good look at yourself-what do you have that’s better than Xu Nian?”

What I hate most in this life is always being compared to Xu Nian.

Even after she died, I still had to live in her shadow.

Why?

My hand was already reaching for Zhou Ciye’s hair.

Come on, let’s go down together!

The next second, a shrill sound rang out and the tanker lost control, barreling toward us.

My mind went blank.

I watched as Zhou Ciye’s face turned pale. He yanked the steering wheel, turning his side toward the impact.

I stared at him, dazed.

At this man who had been entangled with me for ten years.

We never got along.

Fighting, arguing-never a pause in these ten years.

Why didn’t we break up?

Someone asked him, and someone asked me.

I said nothing.

He smoked silently.

Neither of us could give a reason.

Just like that year, when he listlessly held a wilted bouquet and asked if I wanted to give it a try.

How strange.

Just a few days before, he had rejected my confession, saying he didn’t want a relationship, only wanted to focus on his studies.

So why did he change his mind after a few days?

It wasn’t until much later that I learned he had actually gone to confess to Xu Nian, but was gently rejected by her.

Dejected, he saw me.

Saw the face that looked exactly like Xu Nian’s.

Instinctively, he walked toward me.

He used me as a substitute.

Remembering Xu Nian through me.

Ten years.

He really deserved to die!

He should have died!

Who needed him to exchange his life for mine?

Just so I could live 0.01 seconds longer.

What bad luck.

Forget it. When you’re dead, all debts are cleared.

From now on, all past grudges and entanglements will dissipate like smoke.

I only hope that in my next life, when I open my eyes…

Damn!

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Zhou Ciye at seventeen.

How did I know he was seventeen?

Because he was wearing that dead-fish expression, holding a wilted bouquet of blue Larkspur.

I don’t like Larkspur.

I like Rose. Red Rose: passionate, romantic, and bold.

Zhou Ciye looked at me with disdain, saying I had no taste.

He asked if I knew the flower language of Larkspur.

“Don’t you think they look like little swallows fluttering lightly? They symbolize freedom, unrestrained. Don’t you think that’s beautiful?”

I didn’t think so.

All I knew was that Rose represents love.

Lovers are supposed to give each other Rose.

But up until the moment I was killed by that tanker, I had never received a single one.

To be reborn at this moment-great, even more unlucky.

And the unluckiest thing of all was that Zhou Ciye looked up.

In that instant our eyes met, we both saw the familiar look in each other’s eyes.

Ha!

I didn’t even need to think to know-he had come back too.