I spent a very smooth college life.

Qi Jing completed his courses and graduated a year earlier than me.

The year he graduated was just the right age for marriage.

I really did register the marriage with him.

His parents' opposition was suppressed by him, while my mother couldn't wait for me to get married.

The wedding was planned very grandly.

Many classmates came.

They all praised us as a perfect match, childhood sweethearts and a match made in heaven.

It sounded as if they had predicted our future back then.

I walked towards him holding the bouquet.

He reached out his hand to me.

The priest recited the wedding vows.

I listened attentively.

He held my hand tightly.

We clumsily imitated a loving couple.

People on stage made either true or false promises.

People off stage clapped sincerely or insincerely to give their blessings.

In short, this was the end of our story.

We got married.

Epilogue (Male Lead's Perspective)

Marriage has one advantage.

That is, if one party dies, the criminal suspect can be quickly identified.

But I died by accident.

This accident did not constitute a crime.

She was, of course, not a suspect.

I floated in mid-air, watching Xie Fan standing beside me.

She bent down a little to check my breath.

On her face was the familiar indifferent and mocking expression.

"Dead," she whispered, "How pathetic."

I drowned.

In the second year of our marriage, she said she wanted to go on a beach vacation.

When the wave came, I was swept away.

We were in a place quite far from rescue.

She was the only one who survived.

She stayed beside my body, talking in a low voice.

Others thought she was overly saddened, but I could hear what she was saying.

"This was truly an accident. Do you know the undersea stars? I wanted to show you the undersea stars."

"Young master, how unfortunate. It seems I have to live well now."

"Your inheritance is mine too."

Her tone lifted, like in high school when she played with cyanide.

Xie Fan was very strange.

The first time I saw her, she let someone die without saving them, with an almost excited glint in her eyes.

She seriously awaited their death.

As if it all thrilled her.

A bit like me, and I hated people like that the most.

I knew she had heart disease.

Her data was laid out before me; I knew her better than she knew herself.

But she survived the 3000 meters.

Lived quite well.

Well enough to capture all my attention.

I gradually discovered she was somewhat different from what I imagined.

Most of the time, she acted like a normal person, a cowardly, non-resistant little waste.

But her nature dictated that she wouldn’t wallow in self-pity and pain.

She was indifferent to everything.

Indifferent to bullying, and equally indifferent in revenge.

Sometimes she ignored being bullied, other times she would make someone get hurt just because they badmouthed her.

We knew each other for ten years, were classmates for six years, and desk mates for three years.

No one understood her better than I did.

I can’t remember when I first felt moved.

I first realized it in high school.

She leaned lazily against the railing.

Clearly having just been beaten in the restroom, yet showing no resentment on her face.

Her tone carried an unspeakable excitement, discussing with me why not to resist.

A bigger storm brewed behind.

Looking into her calm eyes, I suddenly felt heartache.

I couldn’t explain why.

She never avoided me intentionally; on the contrary, we were more like a couple than the engaged pair in our class.

She had been to my dorm, worn my bathrobe, slept in my bed.

She dozed off on the table, and I dried her hair for her.

Asleep, she was docile, shedding her usual sharpness, like a frail rabbit.

I was ensnared, gently kissing her lips.

She didn’t wake.

I couldn’t suppress my smile, moved her to the bed, and took a nap holding her.

She hugged my waist, unconsciously snuggling into my embrace.

Really adorable.

After we got married, she remained the same.

The year we married was very happy.

All the old conflicts between us seemed nonexistent.

We held hands, embraced, went to the supermarket, watched movies.

She took me to climb a mountain she had mentioned before.

The wind at the mountaintop was strong at night, messing up her long hair.

A railing had been set up on the mountain road in recent years, and she leaned against it, gazing at the lights of thousands of households in the distance.

I hugged her from behind.

Suddenly she pointed outside the cliff.

"He died there."

We both knew who she meant.

I looked at her profile with my hand on her shoulder.

Her eyes reflected a mix of madness and calm.

"Aren’t you curious why I did it?"

I wasn’t really curious, but I asked cooperatively: "You must have your reasons."

"Hmm..." She pondered for a moment, "He was abusive and cheated, but Mom loved him."

Xie Fan’s voice was melodious, ethereal, even more pronounced at night.

"So strange."

Normally, she should have asked if the same would happen in the future, and I would promise her.

But our conversation ended there.

That night, we watched the distant lights go out one by one from the starry mountaintop.

The dawn’s first light spread from the east.

Facing the sunrise, she smiled gently.

For the first time, she called my name proactively.

"Qi Jing, you’re next."