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.”