"Wife, don't forget our promise, in the next life, you still have to marry me."
Perhaps because her mind was in turmoil, Lin Chuxia didn't notice the lack of confidence in Gu Yuheng's voice when he said those words.
Without much thought, she replied directly, "As long as you're alive, everything can be discussed, including what you just said to me, the wrongs you've done, I will share them with you, I'm with you. But, if you can't hold on... don't even mention the next life, half a month from now I'll be holding another man's hand, getting married. Then, after a decade or so, who will even remember you?"
It's fine if you don't remember in this life, as long as you remember in the next. Gu Yuheng struggled to lift his eyelids slightly.
The summer sun was still fierce, piercing enough to make him dizzy.
The wedding he owed her, he probably won't be able to make it up in this lifetime.
If there is an afterlife, I still want to marry you, Lin Chuxia.
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