In the eyes of outsiders, Xu Jiqing was aloof and refined, a dazzling new noble of prominent wealth, and a humble-family miracle who had altered his destiny entirely on his own. For Su Xia to be able to marry him at her most wretched moment was a blessing she had cultivated over eight lifetimes.

Only Su Xia knew that Xu Jiqing was a lunatic.

She disliked his dark, oppressive gaze, disliked his omnipresent desire for control, and was even more afraid of those pale, deformed hands.

That was, until Xu Jiqing died protecting her.

With billions in inheritance in hand, Su Xia instead began to suffer from insomnia. Every time she woke up with a start, her dreams were filled with Xu Jiqing’s final “Xia Xia” and that handsome face soaked in blood.

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Opening her eyes, she returned to her second year of high school.

Su Xia’s family was happy and perfect, and she was still the little princess who remained the center of everyone’s universe.

Xu Jiqing had just transferred to Lin High, his old sneakers scrubbed until they turned pale, and his features cold and aloof.

He lived a very bitter life, but the paranoia that would plague him in the future had yet to reveal itself.

No one was willing to share a desk with him; gripping the hem of her skirt tightly, she pulled out the chair beside her and gathered the courage to smile at him.

My late husband, please live well in this life.

Once we grow up,

you are not allowed to cling to me anymore.