The five poorest years of Liam Thorne’s youth, I spent with him, living in a cramped basement apartment. He earned his first thirty million, but I died of illness. Later, on the day he became the wealthiest man in Northwood City. I was reborn. After being a stubborn holdout in The Limbo Realm for two years. The Warden of Souls got tired of me and offered me a chance to fulfill my last wish. He allowed me to return to the human world. When I opened my eyes again, I was standing in a bustling subway station. Giant billboards and electronic screens throughout the station were plastered with advertisements for Thorne Industries. I lifted my hand, gently caressing the familiar face on the screen, and couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down my cheeks. A few teen girls, holding up their phones, were taking photos of him from every angle. One long-haired girl, completely smitten, gushed, “Liam Thorne’s ad this time is just *too* hot! He absolutely blew all the other young stars and celebrities out of the water! No wonder his company always has the CEO himself star in the ads. With looks like that, it’d be a crime not to!” “High IQ, elite education, ridiculously handsome, and not a single scandal? He’s literally my dream husband material~” “Dream on! Can you believe this top-tier, high-quality guy is only 25? Oh my god!” The short-haired girl taking photos pouted, “Too bad he’s already married, and married young at that.” The long-haired girl shrugged, “You mean his short-lived wife? She’s been dead for ages. What’s the big deal? He can’t be expected to mourn for a dead person forever, not at his age, right?” “You’re absolutely right,” I couldn’t help but agree. The girls jumped, startled by my voice. One rolled her eyes, annoyed. “Who are you?” I raised my hand, wiping my face, and murmured, “Me? I’m Liam Thorne’s wife…” The girls burst into laughter, bending over backward, mocking me. “Looks like Liam Thorne drove another one crazy!” “Seriously, lady, get a reality check.” Then, they treated me like I was insane, chattering and laughing as they walked away.
Their comments snapped me back to reality. I quickly rushed to the restroom and looked in the mirror. My heart sank the moment I saw my reflection. It was an utterly ordinary face, the kind that would get lost in a crowd, completely unremarkable. A wave of sadness washed over me. In my previous life, at least I had a beautiful face. That’s why when I first moved into Liam’s place, he’d just broken his leg and was incredibly short-tempered. He’d gruffly chase everyone away. But I, emboldened by my looks, dragged my small suitcase and forcefully barged into his life. For the first few days, he wouldn’t even let me through the door. So, I huddled with my knees to my chest, sleeping in a sleeping bag right outside his door for days. On the third night, the temperature plummeted, and I sneezed a dozen times outside. The door suddenly swung open. Leaning against it, I almost tumbled backward, nearly taking a nasty fall. But a pair of arms caught me, holding me steady. Then, he pushed me away with a look of disdain and rolled his wheelchair back inside. From his awkward expression. I knew he’d caved.
Liam couldn’t stand it when I acted cute back then. In my junior year of college, I went to an acupuncturist. To save money, and to help his leg recover faster, I taught myself acupuncture, pricking my own leg until it was covered in needle marks. Later, he saw it. His eyes immediately welled up, but he was furious. I’d just hug his arm and pout, and all his anger would just melt away. Then, with that handsome, cold face of his, he’d pinch my cheek, his voice still gruff as hell, “Try pricking yourself again, I dare you.” But now, looking at the face in the mirror. I tried to make a playfully pouting expression. Then I fell silent. If I showed up to Liam with *this* face and told him I was his early-departed wife. He’d probably call the police, thinking I was crazy. But… I miss him so much. I just want to see him.
My phone vibrated. I answered a call from a woman. “Hello, Miss Evans, what’s going on? Didn’t we schedule an interview for this afternoon? Why aren’t you here yet?” I was stunned. “An… interview?” She clicked her tongue. “Are you out of your mind?! You forgot something this important?” “This is a housekeeping position for the CEO of Thorne Industries! Where else are you going to find a job this good?” “Liam Thorne?” I almost blurted his name. Someone spoke next to her, and she reminded me again, “Hurry up, you’ve got an hour left! I already sent you the address, didn’t I?” After the call ended, I found the text message with the address. Then, I quickly took the subway and rushed over. The address was far. After getting off the subway, I took a bus to the nearest stop. Then walked for another half hour before finally arriving. I was drenched in sweat, and just as I got close, a light rain started, leaving me completely disheveled. Hesitating for a moment, I still rang the doorbell. The door opened. A young woman’s face appeared. She was still wearing loungewear. Seeing her attire, I froze for a moment. Immediately, a dull ache spread through the depths of my heart.
The woman glanced at me. “Are you the housekeeper coming for the interview today?” I nodded. As she walked inside, she began giving me instructions. “Mr. Thorne’s previous housekeeper resigned.” “There isn’t much to do around the house. Mr. Thorne rarely eats at home, so you’ll mainly be responsible for keeping the house clean.” “Oh, and Mr. Thorne doesn’t sleep well, so remember to keep quiet.” “There’s a locked room on the second floor that you can’t enter, remember that. Don’t be clumsy; everything in that room is very expensive, and you wouldn’t be able to afford to replace it if you broke something.” She led me upstairs for a tour, all the while scrutinizing me. “The housekeeper’s room is at the end of the second-floor hallway.” “You look quite young, and your resume shows a high education. Why are you looking to be a housekeeper?” I was just about to come up with an excuse when she chuckled. “But I’ve seen plenty of girls like you.” “After all, Mr. Thorne is incredibly eligible. But it’s best to hide any improper thoughts you might have.” “Mr. Thorne has very high standards.” I didn’t really hear much of what she said afterward. My eyes were fixed on the direction of the master bedroom. Is Liam… resting now?
The woman checked her watch, as if to remind me. “Mr. Thorne isn’t home. He’s out of the country and will be back on a morning flight tomorrow.” “Just prepare Mr. Thorne’s clothes for tomorrow morning and his breakfast.” I nodded blankly. She went to the guest room, changed into a business suit, and left. Besides me, there was only Mr. Jenkins, the driver and gardener, at the Thorne residence. Mr. Jenkins exchanged a few pleasantries with me, and I couldn’t help but ask, “Who was that?” Mr. Jenkins replied, “You mean Ms. Sinclair?” “She’s Mr. Thorne’s secretary. She handles all his business and personal affairs.” “It seems Mr. Thorne is quite fond of Ms. Sinclair.” A bitter taste quickly spread through me. I’d always understood that people move on. I didn’t expect Liam to remain single and unwed for me until his dying day. But knowing that a new woman had appeared in his life, it still hurt deeply.
As Mr. Jenkins led me through the garden. A huge black shadow suddenly darted out from the side, knocking me down directly, then licking my face like crazy. I finally recognized what was in my arms. “Buddy… Buddy?” When I found Buddy all those years ago. He was just a palm-sized puppy. Liam didn’t like cats or dogs. When I secretly snuck Buddy home, tucked inside my jacket, Liam caught me red-handed. His leg had healed a bit by then, and he could walk with a crutch. Seeing Buddy in my arms, his brows furrowed so deeply they looked like they could trap a mosquito. “Can we raise him together?” I pestered him, constantly whispering in his ear, “Look how cute he is!” “Having a dog is great! Who knows, maybe one day when I’m gone, he’ll still be there to keep you company.” He suddenly exploded in anger. “How long do dogs even live? Chloe Harper, what on earth are you talking about?” “Don’t you know better than to tempt fate?” My mood hadn’t been great during that period. My parents were pressuring me to break up with Liam, even setting me up with other guys. The previous week, when I went home, Mom pulled me aside. “Chloe, Liam is a solid guy, but his circumstances are just too difficult. He’s an illegitimate son, his family disowned him, his mother passed away young, and now his leg is broken. Are you really going to play the savior? Haven’t we heard enough stories about ungrateful men?” I just told them: Liam wasn’t like that. His childhood had actually been quite good; it was just a reversal of fortune. And he would absolutely never be someone ungrateful or heartless. Not everyone is born into privilege. People who come from humble backgrounds but are ambitious— They need time to grow. So, when Liam yelled at me, my tears immediately started falling. I ran out of the rental apartment, still clutching Buddy. I shamelessly squatted in the small garden downstairs, crying my heart out. Half an hour later, I was still fuming that Liam hadn’t come to find me. I stood up, craning my neck to look towards the building’s entrance. A tall shadow appeared behind me. Liam’s pants were covered in mud, his arm was scraped, clearly from a fall. His dark, deep-set eyes were fixed on me. Finally, he reached out, embraced me, and then ruffled my hair. “Shh, don’t be angry anymore.” “I spoke too loudly.” “I was wrong.” “You can have any pet you want, I don’t care.” It turned out he had come after me the moment I ran out. I ran fast, and he was on crutches, so he chased me all the way outside the complex in a desperate hurry. He even fell down outside. From that day on, Buddy officially became a member of our family. Only, after so long apart. Buddy had become an old dog.
Mr. Jenkins jumped, quickly pulling Buddy aside. “My apologies! He didn’t scare you, did he?” “This dog is usually quite fierce. Any stranger who comes into the house, he’ll bark at them like crazy. But today, it’s strange, I don’t know why he’s so friendly with you.” I stood up from the ground, looking down at Buddy. Buddy’s wet eyes stared at me unblinkingly. He was panting heavily. Occasionally, he’d twitch. I was on the verge of tears and quickly looked away. “Maybe it’s because I have a dog at home too; I probably smell like pets.” Mr. Jenkins nodded. “Well, that’s great. The previous housekeepers were all too scared to feed him, they thought he was too fierce.” Mr. Jenkins had to leave for something. I seized the moment when no one was around. I rushed towards Buddy, who was tied near his doghouse. I buried my face in his fur, tears and snot streaming down. Buddy was howling too. It was the first time I’d ever heard such a sorrowful cry from a dog. Just as I was sobbing uncontrollably. A familiar, deep male voice sounded behind me: “Who are you?” 7 The male voice, compared to two years ago, carried a new depth of maturity and steadiness. When I heard Liam Thorne’s voice. I froze, rigid and motionless. My mind buzzed, a complete blank. Buddy obediently rested his chin on my thigh, peering with one eye at Liam behind me. “Turn around.” The man’s voice was full of authority. I didn’t move. I hadn’t thought about how to face him yet. “Buddy, come here.” Perhaps fearing that I, a stranger, might harm Buddy, Liam called out to the dog, his voice softer than when he’d questioned me. But Buddy remained motionless, nestled in my arms. Liam’s patience seemed to have worn thin. He said, somewhat impatiently, “I’ll ask you one last time. “Who are you, and why are you in my house?” So stern. 8 Mr. Jenkins rushed over to rescue me. “Mr. Thorne, Mr. Thorne, this is the new housekeeper, Miss Evans.” Only then did I turn around. But I kept my head down the entire time, not daring to look at him. “Hmm.” Liam finally let down his guard, but seeing Buddy so affectionate with me. He frowned. Mr. Jenkins again explained, “She has a dog at home too, so Buddy probably smelled it. It’s a good thing Buddy isn’t aggressive with her.” I gently patted Buddy’s rump. Only then did he reluctantly walk over to Liam, head bowed. Liam bent down and stroked his head. “You ungrateful little thing, are you not fond of Daddy anymore?” He spoke to Buddy so gently. Just like he used to coax me. Back when we had no money, we rented an old, old apartment, a basement unit. At night, it would get so cold the water pipes would freeze. We couldn’t even afford the heating bill back then, so we’d sleep in our clothes, huddled under the covers, with Buddy sleeping at our feet, warming them for us. Liam would tuck my hands into his chest. I’d count his heartbeats and breathing, slowly drifting off to sleep. Later that night, I got too warm and rolled over. He was still holding me tightly. In a hazy dream, I felt him kiss the nape of my neck and heard him say: “Chloe.” “I promise I’ll give you a good life, a big house, and you’ll be dressed beautifully every day.” I believed him. I always did.
But just as Liam worked tirelessly and unearthed his first fortune. He held my hand and led me to a newly built, beautiful apartment complex. He placed the keys in my hand. Then pushed open the door. He lifted me, spinning me around the house in his arms. Then, he kissed me tenderly and earnestly. “Chloe.” “We have a home now.” I buried my head in his chest, tears streaming down. He didn’t know. I had just come from the hospital. And received the diagnosis. I had cancer. After falling ill, I tried my best to cooperate with treatment, taking my medication on time, but the results were not good at all. Luck wasn’t on my side. I had less than a month left. I didn’t want to die, I wanted to live. Liam and my future had just begun; how could it end like this? The day Liam found my diagnosis report in the cabinet. I saw him freeze for a moment. Then he walked to the balcony and silently smoked. After a long while, I saw him lean against the wall, covering his face, silently weeping, his whole body trembling. After composing himself, he returned to my bedside and knelt. He held my hand, kissing it repeatedly. The back of my hand was wet. “Chloe.” He thought I was asleep. “Don’t be afraid.” “Even in death, I’ll walk the path to the underworld with you.” But I clamped my hand over his mouth. “Liam.” I swore a solemn oath. “If you dare to do anything foolish for me, I will never forgive you, even in death.” “And in my next life, I will absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not wait for you.” I pointed to Buddy lying on the rug beside the bed. “You still have Buddy.” “If you die too, Buddy won’t have a mom or dad. He’s so old now; what if some bad person sells him?” I forced him to swear an oath too. It was the first time I’d ever seen such a grown man, kneeling on the floor, weeping with such helplessness and sorrow.
Tears were about to well up again. I was about to speak, to say something to the current him. Ms. Anastasia Sinclair appeared. She walked over with a stack of documents and began reporting on some company matters. Liam listened quietly, occasionally bending down to playfully tickle Buddy. Anastasia saw me standing nearby. “Mr. Thorne came home early, this is a common change of plans.” “You shouldn’t just stand here.” “Go prepare dinner.” “Remember…” I instinctively finished her sentence. “Low oil, low salt, no cilantro, allergic to strawberries and eggs, right?” After I spoke. The air fell silent for a moment. Anastasia and Liam both looked at me. Especially Liam. His gaze at me had subtly shifted. I quickly tried to cover. “Oh, the agency showed me the资料 [information], I memorized it all.” But Anastasia didn’t seem to believe me. “The regular chef will start in a couple of days. Why would you memorize all that?”
Liam’s thoughtful gaze made my heart race. I immediately explained, “Oh, the agency has strict requirements. Even for a two-day substitute, we have to memorize everything.” Anastasia seemed about to say something else. “Bring me the agenda for tomorrow’s company meeting.” Liam, however, seemed disinclined to continue the topic. Anastasia could only turn her attention away from me. “Alright, I’ll get it from the car.” I don’t know why. But I felt a strong sense of hostility from Ms. Sinclair towards me. I went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. To be honest, I wasn’t a very good cook. All those years I was with Liam, I just never learned to cook well. He was always busy with work and studying, and then he’d have to find time to help me cook when it was mealtime. One time, I saw he was so tired his eyelids could barely stay open. I told him to go lie down in the room for a bit. But I ended up burning the rice. Just as I was racking my brain, Liam woke up. He leaned lazily against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching me with a smile. Seeing my frustrated expression, he walked over, put a few cloves of garlic in the rice, and stuck in some green onions. “That’s all it takes?” He just curved his lips, not answering directly, but tilted his head and caught my lips, kissing me slowly and deliberately.
Hiss… The rice was a bit burnt again. I quickly, stealthily, and clumsily added some green onions and garlic. A moment later. The rice miraculously no longer smelled burnt. I set the dishes on the table. Anastasia’s eyes nearly popped out when she saw the food. “Is that it?” “You’re serving Mr. Thorne potato slices, stir-fried pork, and mapo tofu?!” I was confused too. What was wrong with these dishes? These were the best I could make. What, now that he’s a CEO, he doesn’t eat home cooking anymore? Does he expect lobster and abalone every day? Anastasia rolled her eyes. “So greasy, and so ordinary.” “Forget it, I’ll call the regular chef and hurry her along.” “No need.” Liam had already walked over and sat directly at the table. “Home-cooked meals are fine.” When he saw the dishes, he tasted a bite of the potato slices and paused.
Perhaps he was startled by the potato slices I’d cut thicker than my fingers. He didn’t touch his forks for a long moment. He simply lowered his eyes, staring motionlessly at the potato slices. I even felt a bit embarrassed myself. “Mr. Thorne, I’m new to this, and I’m really not good at cooking.” “Perhaps we should have someone else prepare something new…” Seeing Liam remain silent, Anastasia picked up a pair of forks and tasted a bite. She paused. “You’re not just ‘not good,’ you’re completely hopeless. It’s so salty, and it has chili. How can anyone eat this?” “Ms. Sinclair.” Liam suddenly interrupted her complaints. “You should be off the clock.” Anastasia started to say something else. Liam raised his hand, waving her away. Anastasia pointed at me, then left in a huff. “Don’t be afraid.” Liam still didn’t look at me. He extended his forks to another dish. “You cooked very well; it suits my taste perfectly.” I brightened up. “Then can I keep cooking for you?” He didn’t look at me. Only then did I dare to really examine him. He was so thin. His cheeks were slightly hollowed, making him look a bit sharp. He used to be so healthy when I took care of him. All muscle. “No need,” he refused my cooking application. … It seems it really was terrible. “Cooking is tiring,” he said. “Just do your designated tasks and take good care of Buddy.” I suddenly remembered when I used to say that after we got married, I’d take charge of his stomach. I’d go to a cooking class and really improve my skills. But he’d said no. “When we have money, I’ll hire a housekeeper to help with cooking.” “And when I have time, I’ll cook.” “Chloe Harper, I’m not marrying you for you to spend all day in the kitchen.” “You have a great life and youth ahead of you. I’d rather you go out and see the world, experience new sights.”
Buddy was whimpering, probably hungry. I went to get him some dog food. Buddy ate, occasionally looking up at me. As if I might run off if he wasn’t careful. After he finished eating, I played frisbee with Buddy in the garden. That used to be his favorite game. I’d pretend to throw the frisbee, but actually hide it behind my back. After doing this three times, I’d finally throw it for real. Buddy used to fall for my trick. Later, he got smart. But to make me happy, he’d pretend to be fooled. It was the same this time. When I finally threw it, Buddy went wild with joy, charging off to catch the frisbee. I was happy too. I excitedly whistled. But suddenly. Liam’s voice sounded, a little urgent, and his wrist was suddenly gripped tight. “You… who exactly are you?”
Two years ago, when I first passed away. Liam promised me. He said he’d be okay. He’d eat well, sleep well, continue working hard, and take good care of Buddy. But after my soul drifted out of my body. I saw Liam holding my corpse, crying like a child. For two whole days. He was like a lonely beast who had lost its mate. On the verge of losing control. He wouldn’t allow anyone to touch my body. Even when it was time for cremation. He cried day and night. Sitting on the floor, clutching my hand, he called my name over and over. Calling me his wife.
The day of my cremation. He charged forward like a madman. As if he wanted to jump into the crematorium with me. His male friends had to use all their strength to hold him back. “Liam, snap out of it. Chloe wouldn’t want to see you like this.” “That’s right, Liam, please accept our condolences.” But Liam suddenly seemed to have all his strength drained, as if someone had hollowed out his body. He knelt on the ground, clutching my photo. Head bowed. Wailing uncontrollably. And I could only float in the air, far away, circling frantically with worry. I was going crazy too. I struggled desperately to float down. Trying to embrace him one more time. But soon, a powerful suction from behind pulled me away. When I woke up again. I was already in The Limbo Realm. But I couldn’t cross over for two whole years. Nor could I forget my past life. Until even The Warden of Souls grew tired of me. Only then did I get a chance to be reborn. Even if it was in someone else’s body. I was already very content. To be able to see him again. To see him still alive and well. It made me so happy.
“What’s wrong, Mr. Thorne? I’m Miss Evans.” I turned, forcing a smile onto my face. I am Miss Evans. The unremarkable, ordinary girl, Miss Evans. I am the one who can no longer have a future or entanglement with him. I don’t know, maybe I’ll have to leave this world again at any moment. So, I cannot reveal myself to him. I cannot make him endure the pain of losing me again. In his dark pupils, I could even see my own face. Plain. Ordinary. My skin was a bit darker, and there were a few freckles on my cheeks. He stared at me intently, profound emotions swirling in the depths of his pupils. “Mr. Thorne?” He snapped back to reality. There was a hint of disappointment in his eyes. “Nothing,” he released my hand. “You remind me of someone…”
I couldn’t resist asking, “Who?” He watched Buddy charging back towards us, frisbee in mouth, his tone cryptic. “My wife.” My heart fluttered. “Your wife… I heard she passed away.” He hummed in agreement. He sat down on the long bench on the lawn. “It’s been two years.” He said softly, “She was just like you; if her cooking burned, she’d add garlic.” I started sweating. So he’d noticed. “She wasn’t good at cooking either, and her potato slices were always cut so thick.” “Even the way you both cook tastes similar.” I suddenly felt guilty. “Just now, watching you throw the frisbee.” “I almost mistook you for her.” He stretched out his legs, elbows resting on his knees. Buddy brought the frisbee over; he wanted to give it to me. I gave him a subtle look. He actually understood. He lowered his head and gave the frisbee to Liam. Liam chuckled. “But how could you possibly be her?” “When she and I were together, Buddy would always run to her without hesitation.” “The dead cannot return.” “I must truly be insane to mistake you for her.”
I didn’t know what to say, or how to comfort him. “You have to look forward, Mr. Thorne. Your wife surely wants you to be well. I think Ms. Sinclair is quite nice…” Liam suddenly lost all expression, stood up, and left with his hands in his pockets. “Starting tomorrow, I’ll be staying at Nine Peaks Mountain for a while. Please take good care of Buddy for me.” How could he be leaving again after just coming back for a little while? I watched his retreating figure, reluctant to see him go. I saw him pull out his phone and make a call. “Ms. Sinclair, pack up the important company documents for the near future.” “Yes, we’ll be going to Nine Peaks Mountain tomorrow.” So, he’d arranged for Ms. Sinclair to accompany him. I stood there, feeling a little lost. Suddenly, I didn’t know what I should do. I had already seen him. With Ms. Sinclair by his side, he seemed to be ready to move on. My presence was already expendable.
The next day, after Liam left. He was going to Nine Peaks Mountain for half a month. On the fourth day, I started cleaning his room. His room had very few things, clean and simple, like a show home. I didn’t find any of my belongings either. Could they have all been thrown away? Perhaps it’s better if they were. To look at old things and miss the past. Keeping them would only add to the sadness. The entire villa, once tidied, had almost no particularly dirty spots. It had a full smart home system. Everything hardly required my direct intervention. As I cleaned the locked room, my curiosity outweighed my rationality. The door had a keypad lock. I only entered one set of numbers. My birthday. The lock clicked open. The door slowly swung inward. It was pitch black inside. I opened the curtains. Dust motes danced in the air. I finally saw what was hidden in this room.
The furnishings, the furniture, every single detail in this room, was an exact replica of the basement apartment we lived in for five years. If not for the sound of the robotic vacuum. I would have suspected I was back in that old basement. Even the bathroom was decorated to look exactly like that narrow toilet from our old basement. I looked at the mirror. In front of the mirror. My comb and skincare products were laid out. Some had even expired. He hadn’t had the heart to throw them away. In the old basement bathroom, washing my hair often meant the hot water would run out halfway through, leaving me shivering and chattering my teeth. He’d boil water in a kettle for me while helping me rinse. By the time it was his turn to wash, there wasn’t enough hot water. To save a bit on the electricity bill, he’d just quickly rinse with half-cold water. After drying his hair, he’d quickly snuggle under the covers. I’d try to warm his hands. He’d cross his arms, not letting me. “It’s cold. I’ll hug you later, just wait.” And now, in the closet, all my things were there. My clothes hung side by side with his. As if we were an old married couple who had lived together for decades. Even the bedsheets. They were still my favorite small floral daisy four-piece set.
I walked to the bed and sat down. Pulled open the drawer. And took out my diary. After I died, for a period of time, someone continued my diary. It was Liam’s handwriting, strong and flowing, unmistakably his. Only some parts looked as if they had been smudged by water stains: “November 7, 2022. Chloe Harper, today is the start of winter. I ate dumplings today. Do you have dumplings where you are? I cooked extra for lunch and left them on the table. I wonder if you got to eat any? Time flies. It’s already been two months since you left. Are you hungry down there? Do you have enough money? Are any other little ghosts bullying you? If they are, let your husband know in a dream, and your husband will find a powerful Taoist priest to help you vent your anger.” … “November 22, 2022. Chloe Harper, it snowed a little today. It’s so cold. The underfloor heating is on full blast at home now, but I still feel cold. It’s probably because I can’t hold you. In the winters before, you were like a little warm stove. Holding you, I could fall asleep peacefully. Chloe, now, I suffer from insomnia night after night; I can’t sleep peacefully.” … “January 21, 2023. Chloe Harper, I came to your parents’ house for the New Year. They’re doing well, don’t worry. Chloe Harper, I stole all your childhood photos. There were so many I’d never seen; turns out you had your awkward phases too. Your parents said that the old man next door lost his wife a while ago. A few days ago, he woke up in the middle of the night, claiming he saw his deceased wife, screaming and shouting, and ended up in the hospital. Chloe Harper. I was so angry. Everyone else has their wife visit. Why can’t you come and see me in my dreams? I… haven’t dreamed of you even once…” … “February 7, 2023. Work has been so busy recently, I’m exhausted. But it feels like this helps me numb my brain from constantly missing you. It helps me not… feel so sad.” … “March 10, 2023. I’m really angry now. The kind that can’t be appeased. Last night, I finally dreamed of you once. I wanted to talk to you, but you just ran away. Buddy also barked all night. Could it really have been you who came to see me? Next time, tell me in advance; I haven’t shaved in how many days…” … “May 12, 2023. Chloe. I now have so much money, more than we could spend in a hundred lifetimes. But you’re not by my side, and all of it has lost its meaning.” … “June 1, 2023. Chloe, I went and donated money. I went to fulfill your old wishes. I donated a lot of money to children in the mountains, set up a foundation for them. I also had many primary schools built for them. You must be happy for me, right?” … My tears hadn’t stopped flowing from the moment I saw the diary. But when I read the entries from the later dates. A chill ran through me. “April 28, 2024. The wish list is almost complete. There’s one last item: climbing Nine Peaks Mountain to watch the sunrise. Chloe Harper, forgive me for breaking my promise. I can’t move on. Can you forgive me, please? Chloe, wait for me. I’ll be with you soon.”
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