On our wedding night, my husband left for the Buddhist shrine without even finishing his celebratory drink. It was simply because this cold, distinguished man had always loved my younger sister. Three years of marriage, and I exhausted myself trying to warm a block of ice, only to be met with his even more biting indifference: “Xu Nanxing, I’d rather convert to Buddhism than love you.” But the moment the truck came roaring towards me, the man who had hated me my entire life sacrificed himself to save me. Before I lost consciousness, I saw him clutching the doctor, spitting up large mouthfuls of blood. “Don’t tell that crazy woman who saved her…” “And don’t let my family… make things difficult for her.” Tears welled up in my eyes, and I finally understood that he wasn’t the only one at fault in this marriage. After being reborn, I chose to…
