Xu Jinzhi looked at Xie Yanchuan, unaware that this bottle of perfume held so many thoughts for him; she simply thought about how Xie Yanchuan wished for her to remember the beauty of their wedding.
What about their last life?
Their wedding in that last life had been far from beautiful.
Xu Jinzhi was never one to regret her actions, except when it came to Xie Yanchuan, where she always found herself regretting.
If Xie Yanchuan hadn't passed away early, she might not have remembered constantly, but it was precisely his early death that left her unable to let go.
Everything had started over again, but even though they had restarted, she still couldn't help but think, why hadn't she been nicer to Xie Yanchuan in their past life?
Xie Yanchuan had been so good.
A nameless emotion welled up from the bottom of Xu Jinzhi's heart, magnified endlessly, making her feel the heat in her eyes well up involuntarily.
