Su Ruobai died in a car accident.

Before he died, he was still considering how to go back and talk to his husband, with whom he hadn't lived under the same roof for three years, about getting a divorce. But as fate would have it, the car accident happened in an instant. The shattered glass pierced through his forehead with full force, and he died without feeling any pain.

Speaking of which, Su Ruobai's situation is truly pitiful. First, she was kicked out of the Su family, then she was "kindly" arranged to marry her current husband by the Su family. Apart from meeting this so-called husband on their wedding day, she has only seen him less than five times in the three years that followed.

Now that he's dead, everything is over. It's truly laughable.

He floated in the air as a lonely soul, watching his own funeral with his own eyes. At this moment, those insincere people were laughing and talking lively in front of his portrait, not even willing to put on a facade.

A young master abandoned by a prestigious family died. Is that surprising?

Oh, it's just another topic of laughter and amusement after a meal.

When he became conscious, he watched his own funeral from beginning to end. He could observe each guest up close, witnessing the malicious delight or lively conversations on their faces.

With a light chuckle, full of mockery.

A black mist gathers inward from the surroundings of the line of sight, and in the blink of an eye, the sight is already engulfed by darkness.

Su Ruobai, with a dizzy head and throbbing brain, groped in the darkness. Feeling like a lonely ghost, he attempted to do things he had always wanted to do but his physical body wouldn't allow during his lifetime, such as bungee jumping, drinking strong alcohol, swaying in the dance floor, indulging his soul and body.

Darkness, endless darkness, he was engulfed within it, groping around in search of a crevice where he could find a glimmer of light.

Finally, in a distant place from him, a tiny flicker of light pierced through the darkness and illuminated his pitch-black, lifeless pupils.

Su Ruobai smiled faintly and gracefully moved in that direction.

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In the spacious and elegant dark-toned room, the modern furnishings make the room appear exceptionally high-end.

A ray of sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling window, which had no curtains, and fell directly onto the person lying on the bed with their face up.

The man who was still asleep had a complexion much whiter than an ordinary person's upon closer inspection—almost pale. The long eyelashes above his closed eyes were nearly comparable to those of a character from a comic book. He had a high and straight nose bridge, delicate skin, and a faint pinkish hue on his cheeks, as if he were in the midst of a shallow dream. His lightly-colored thin lips were slightly pursed, and his breathing was steady.

Mischievous light danced on his face as the person on the bed's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and their breath momentarily paused.

-- This is waking up.

Slowly, the tightly closed eyes opened, and the pair of eyes, surrounded by a white halo, narrowed slightly as they gazed at the ceiling. Amidst the confusion, a trace of lingering despair remained.

I'm not sure how much time passed, but the person on the bed suddenly sat up, their eyes filled with fear replacing the previous confusion and despair.

This room, this bed, these pieces of furniture...

He was extremely familiar.

Looking down at himself, he was wearing a slightly disheveled dress. It was a Republic of China-style embroidered Zhongshan suit, with a white base and beautiful gold and red silk thread patterns decorating the edges and corners. The fitted dress accentuated his slender figure.

This is the suit he wore on his wedding day.

Su Ruobai touched his face, and the warm temperature reassured him that this was not a dream.

He... has he come back?

Rushing into the restroom in a panicked haste, Su Ruobai looked into the mirror and saw a person with a shocked expression on their face. This only made Su Ruobai more determined - he had returned.

What is going on here? Could it be that after marriage, one is humiliated, unable to see their husband, gets killed in a car accident, and witnesses others attending their own funeral... are all these vivid and deeply felt images just a dream?

Su Ruobai clearly remembered that this was the second day after his marriage. The room he was in was the bridal chamber. However, on the day of the wedding, apart from seeing the groom at the ceremony, he had never seen the groom again, including that evening.

He remembered that he pretended to smile all day long, and kept himself busy all day without wanting to do anything. He didn't care if his cheap husband went back to the room or not. He simply collapsed on the bed, neatly dressed, and fell asleep within five minutes.

Looking at her current appearance, it should be the second day after getting married without any doubt.

But... is this real, or just a delusion that he created out of his unwillingness to accept death?

Su Ruobai had no idea what the world of the dead was like, but now it seemed that anything was possible.

No matter what,--

The person in the mirror slowly curled up the corners of their lips, adding an even more enchanting touch to their already more captivating face than that of a woman.

He could have a second chance at life, whether it be for one day, one hour, or one minute, he wanted to savor every moment.