Revenge After Death

"Are you happy?" Rachel threw the question back at me.

I pondered for a moment before responding, "Habit is a scary thing."

Glancing at the screen of my phone, I recalled how panicked I was when Steven declined my call.

Was I truly happy after getting married? Well... It felt like "happiness" was just beyond my grasp.

First, I was inexplicably murdered, then inexplicably resurrected... or rather, reincarnated into the body of a completely stranger woman. And, inexplicably, the person lying next to me was the person I had mistaken as the murderer - Steven.

It seemed as though all the dramatic events one could possibly experience had happened to me.

I couldn't help but wonder: if these things happened to someone else, how would they cope? Could they handle it better than me?

In such a tense, suspicious, and dangerous environment, I struggled to find a way to survive, let alone find happiness.

"I don't yearn for love anymore." Rachel shrugged. "I promised my mom to go on a blind date. It's at seven tonight, so I'll be leaving soon."

Though Rachel agreed to the blind date, I could tell she wasn't happy about it.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I wanted to talk her out of it, but I didn't know how.

going to drive me crazy." Rachel sighed, feeling suffocated by her

I have to get married as soon as possible. You know my mom. She won't stop bothering

after experiencing heartbreak. During Rachel's school days, she once publicly scolded a male student in Rachel's research group, which made Rachel

to Rachel's emotions, she consistently imposed her own notions of what was best for her daughter, an approach that felt

want to take a bet too."

deep

at me. belongs to

marriage is

recalling what she had just told me a while ago: "Try trusting someone unconditionally for a change, will you? After all, life is a gamble. Who knows, you might

bet, she

up my phone and dialed

bet... to try trusting him unconditionally for

declined my call once again, sending me into a state

have fallen

departed for her blind

I watched her leave and noticed a car parked nearby. I was

was evident that

too, but the

seemed like prickly hedgehogs,

of hurting each