Summary
I was lucky to marry the man whom I fell in love with at first sight.
I knew so well that he was forced to marry me, so I thought I would be fine even if I tried alone.
But my husband was as cold as ever, even until the day I died.
When I couldn’t overcome my mental illness and finally closed my eyes, I happily passed away. No, I thought I did.
“Good morning.”
He greeted me with the kind eyes I had longed for my whole life.
“I guess I’m still dreaming, aren’t I?”
“I don’t know about that, but I know that we’re on our second day of our marriage.”
Is it true that the afterlife is this vivid?
*
I decided to rebuild my life where I had barely escaped from him.
If God gave me a second chance, I no longer want to hang on to love and face a gloomy end.
“You’ve come a long way from running away.”
How the hell did he follow me all the way here?
Besides, all those things that were always ahead of me, I let go of everything.
“I said I won’t love anymore.”
“Fine. Don’t. Because I can.”