In the second month after my death, Song Yuanlin divorced me.

　　Ji Qing begged desperately outside the civil affairs office, but the other party didn't even spare her a glance.

　　He pried open Ji Qing's fingers one by one, looking at her as if she were garbage.

　　"There are some things I don't want to say a second time." Ji Qing stood frozen in place with teary eyes, not daring to bother Song Yuanlin again.

　　She also knew that if she continued to make a fuss, she would lose everything she currently had.

　　I floated in the air, watching this farce impassively.

　　It turns out that in Song Yuanlin's eyes, even marriage was a tool for revenge, a plaything that could be treated like this.

　　It truly was pitiful and laughable.

　　Of course, there were more absurd things that made me feel incredulous.

　　That night, my uncle, Ji Dahai, broke open the door to the rental house.

　　He told the landlord that he wanted to take my ashes back to our hometown for burial.

　　But when he entered, he went straight to the cabinet.

　　His son, Ji Mingcheng, also came in with him.

　　"Dad, can we do this? Although Lu Yang is dead, her mother is still alive.

　　Can we get the money?" Ji Dahai slapped him on the head.

　　"You know nothing! When your aunt was paralyzed back then, if it weren't for me, could Lu Yang have sent her to the hospital? Would she still have a mother now? Besides, your aunt only has one daughter, her family was already on the verge of extinction.

　　Even if Lu Yang didn't die, based on me being able to carry on the family line for the Ji family, the property should belong to me!" "Hurry, find the property deed!" Ji Mingcheng mumbled, but still complied.

　　Since my mom became paralyzed, these two father and son have been secretly and openly urging me to give money to Ji Mingcheng to buy a house, and they have even harassed me through others.

　　But I remained steadfast and never gave in.

　　I didn't expect them to show up again.

　　And perhaps they didn't expect that their actions would be discovered right from the start.

　　Song Yuanlin stood at the doorway, surveying the mess and immediately called the police without mercy.

　　After finishing the statements, it was already dark outside when they left the police station.

　　Moonlight poured down, just like the night when we held hands and carefully walked home.

　　He walked alone on the pedestrian bridge, his tall figure filled with weariness.

　　Thinking of that shameless father and son, I sighed for the first time in ages, "You must have had a really tough life all these years." After I died, Song Yuanlin finally said something to me.

　　I guess I truly am an unlucky child not favored by the heavens.

　　Because I am a girl, my father abandoned my mother and me after I was born and started a new family.

　　My mother desperately hoped for someone to rely on and saw me as a burden.

　　She chose the wrong path in pursuit of happiness, which led to me being called names for ten years.

　　And my seemingly caring uncle, behind my back, tried everything he could to exploit the last ounce of my worth.

　　No one in this world loves me.

　　Except for Song Yuanlin.

　　But that love was also short-lived.

　　We started, and quickly fell apart.

　　I sat on the railing in confusion.

　　I wanted to speak, but I didn't know what to say.