have any reason to hate him.
He smiled bitterly. “I would prefer hatred over indifference, though.”
His voice grew softer, and he slowly shut his eyes. I watched him breathe his last breath before saying, “If reincarnation exists, I wish that we’ll never meet again.”
My soul was completely transparent now. It was late at night, but a bright light suddenly appeared. I walked toward it and felt warmth, which I’d been missing for a long time.
There was a mirror in the light, and I saw a scene in it. Ian stood before a statue as he chanted incantations and prayed. He closed his eyes and said sincerely, “I pray Leona can get what she wished for.”
I looked at the calendar on the wall–this had happened before my death. It turned out the reason my soul had stuck around for so long after my death was because this was what I’d wanted. I’d wanted to see Arthur regret everything, and I’d wanted him to love me.
My wish was simple, really. I wanted to live happily and retire in a small city with the man I loved by my side.
I was still grateful to Ian, though. I hoped he could let go of the past now that I was no longer in his life. I hoped he could start afresh and spend the rest of his life with a woman who shared a similar family background as him and who loved him.
Ultimately, I still had one thing I regretted. I hadn’t gotten the chance to properly bid Ian farewell before my death. I should’ve thanked him for lighting up my youth.
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