Five Years After My Wife Died, She Came Back!

Soft and Adorable White Moonlight Girl × Gloomy, Possessive, Despairing Widower Shi Ying entered a fully immersive romance strategy game. On the very first day of her mission, she happened to pass by the pavilion at the center of the park lake, only to see a man standing alone on the bridge amid the swirling snowfall. He wore a black overcoat, elegant and refined, his noble figure dusted white by the falling snow. And yet his gaze was locked tightly onto her. Pained. Lost. Desperate. Mom! I think I ran into a psycho! … Shang Chenyan and his wife had gone from school uniforms to wedding vows together. Their love was deep, enviable to all who knew them. During the first winter after their marriage, when the season’s first snow arrived, he brought his wife to the lakeside pavilion to watch the snowfall. But in the brief moment after he turned around— She disappeared. Only the man’s solitary figure remained standing blankly inside the pavilion, until the snow covered his shoulders completely. Now, five years after losing his wife, Shang Chenyan finally saw her again. They brushed past one another, yet he did not dare touch her. He feared that, just like every night over the past five years, this reunion was nothing more than another fleeting dream. … Shi Ying diligently tried to complete her mission, but for some reason, the target’s uncle became inexplicably attached to her, turning into the biggest obstacle in her path. After yet another ruined date, Shi Ying stormed off to confront him in anger— Only to discover him doing something unspeakable while staring at her photograph… The man wrapped his arms around her from behind, his icy tie binding her wrists together. “Wife… please… I’m begging you… don’t leave me again.” For eighteen years, Shang Chenyan’s life had been shrouded in darkness. Then one day, a single beam of light illuminated his world. But the light vanished as quickly as it came. Separated and lost to one another, for five long years he knelt endlessly before gods and Buddhas alike, praying for nothing more than the chance to meet her again. And at last, the Buddha took pity on him— Forgiving his greed, his rage, his obsession, and his delusions.