On the first day after I died, my boyfriend brought his first love back home.
They kissed passionately on the sofa I bought, acting as if no one else were there. They ate the celery dumplings I had made by hand and played with the gaming console I had given him.
One day, his first love asked curiously, “Where’s An’an?”
My boyfriend’s voice was calm. “We had a fight a few days ago. She applied for a business trip with her company.”
Oh, he still doesn’t know that I’m dead.
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Chapters
13
Status
Completed
