Niannian Qingmei

The day I died, the man I loved most married the woman he adored.

I sat among the guests, smiling through my tears, applauding their union.

Twenty-five years of my youth taught me one bitter truth:

Turns out, even a lifetime of shared memories can be eclipsed by a dramatic, destined connection.

But thankfully, I was dying soon.

All that once was, would fade into the past.

Clara Reed and Alexander Sterling’s story was finally coming to an end.

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At Alex Sterling’s wedding, I had a few too many drinks.