On my wedding day, I finally closed my eyes for good, dying during what should have been the happiest moment of my life.

My husband abandoned me at our wedding ceremony, making me the town's laughingstock.

When I was attacked by a madman, desperately dialing for help, he coldly cursed me to die rapidly, claiming that no one would be able to upset my sister then.

Just before I died, I witnessed a sky full of brilliant fireworks. What should have been prepared to celebrate our marriage became his ploy to woo another woman.

I thought that with my death, the stumbling block in his path, he could finally be with my sister legitimately and with peace of mind. I was surprised to find out later, that when he learned my bones had been made into prayer beads and that he would be caressing them day and night, he went mad.

My consciousness blurring, I made the last call of my life.

The sound of chaotic noise emerged from the phone, immediately followed by a man's icy, piercing voice: "Qiao Xuan, have you caused enough trouble? I've thrown you a lavish wedding, and all I did was keep Yan Yan company. What else do you want?"

Blood kept flowing out of me. The madman behind me was gazing down at me, watching me struggling to survive, as if watching an ant in its throes.

He knew I was on the brink of death, incapable of making any significant waves. But I was unwilling to accept my fate, still clinging to the slightest hope.

I was a mess, the pristine white wedding gown soaked by the river, the hem soiled with mud. I tried mustering the last of my strength and pleaded, "Yi Ran, save me!"

Li Yi Ran annoyed, interrupted me, "Enough already. I'm tired of seeing you play this card."

"I'm not lying to you, someone's really trying to kill me..."

"Heh." He scoffed.

"Qiao Xuan, you faked being sick before, now what are you trying to pull? Do you have to grab attention like this? Yan Yan is your own sister, aren't you satisfied until you drive her to her death now that you've become Mrs. Li?"

The bone-chilling wind blowing on me did less harm than his words. Looking at the large patch of my wedding gown dyed red by my own blood, I knew I was about to draw my last breath soon.

I gave up the struggle, laid back, and said softly, "But the one who is fine is Qiao Ziyan, while I... am about to die."

"Well, hurry up and die then, so you won’t stir up Ziyan's temper anymore."

Just before the call disconnected, I heard a sickly sweet female voice, "Brother, the fireworks are about to start."

The voice of Li Yiran faded away, only the sound of the howling wind remained in my ear. My blood-stained phone slipped from my hand and heavily landed by the water.

Splashed water fell into my eyes, turned into scorching tears, and trickled down my cheeks.

In the snow-filled night sky, drones have woven a bright starry river, illuminating the pitch-black horizon.

Suddenly, a deafening explosion shook the heavens, and the brilliant fireworks were reflected in my pupil.

This grand fireworks show was supposed to be a surprise he had painstakingly prepared for our wedding for half a year. But now, it had become a tool for him to please another woman.

My phone vibrated, someone sent a picture. In the frame, fireworks blooming across the sky, while my husband was embracing another woman.

The corner of his mouth, always cold as ice towards me, was now showing a gentle curve.

In their sweet world, I closed my eyes forever.

People often say that after death, one would reincarnate in the underworld. If there's a next life, I swear not to have anything to do with Li Yiran again.

But fate plays with people. When I regained consciousness, in front of me were the couple under the dazzling starry sky.

It was my husband, Li Yiran, and my younger sister, Qiao Ziyan.

"Li Yiran, how could you?” I rushed up frantically, only to find my hand passing straight through their bodies.

Looking down, I was horrified to find that my body was nearly transparent, with no one noticing my presence around.

At that point, I came to a startling realization. I was dead, and for some reason, my spirit had ended up here among them.

Looking at the two people intensely kissing in front of me, I painfully realized that even in death, the heart could still ache.

Li Yiran and I had grown up together, sharing a deep bond. Just a few days ago, Li Yiran had solemnly promised me, assuring me that his feelings towards Qiao Ziyuan were just brotherly love, and vowed that I was the only one in his heart.

Another firework burst in the night sky, its booming sound waking Li Yiran. He abruptly pushed Qiao Ziyuan away.

"Ziyuan, this shouldn't be happening."

Qiao Ziyuan's pretty face was still blushed, looking even more charming under the backdrop of the fireworks. She bit her lip and said, "Yiran, I wasn't doing it on purpose, it's just...I couldn't help myself."

Li Yiran gently touched her hair, "It's okay, I don't blame you. I need to make a call."

I watched him pull out his phone and dialed my number. I felt cold all over. Over twenty years of feelings, reduced to nothing.

Even thinking of me, was only after being affectionate with Qiao Ziyuan, and then he would think to call me, who was already deceased.

Ring, ring, ring...

It rang more than three times, but no one answered.

Before, for him, I was on standby 24/7, never letting him wait more than three rings. But now I'm no longer in this world, how can a dead person answer the phone?

Li Yiran frowned, "Ziyuan, I need to check the location that Qiao Xuan sent."

"Yeah, finally remembered me, huh?

Before I died, I sent him the location at the riverbank. If he rushes over now, he might still be able to collect my body.

If he's any later, who knows what that murderous maniac might do to my corpse.

A delicate, seemingly boneless hand gripped his wrist. Qiao Ziyan stared at him pitifully, "Big Brother Yan, can you keep me company?"

Li Yiran hesitated for a moment, "But Qiao Xuan..."

"My sister always loves to play these tricks, doesn't she?" Qiao Ziyan sneered, "Last time she said she was getting a surgical operation at the hospital, didn't you abandon your big deals worth billions to come back? Turned out she was perfectly fine, not even a bruise on her skin, right?

And that other time, she said someone was stalking her but then everything was alright, wasn't it?"

"Since we were young, my sister has been spoiled by our family and loves to play such tricks. After all, she is the Missy of the Qiao family. Who would dare to touch a hair on her head?"

This conversation seemed to help ease Li Yiran's furrowed brows. He rubbed his temples and sighed, "If only Qiao Xuan could be as sensible as you, that would be nice."

Qiao Ziyan laughed, and I couldn't help but smile bitterly. I remember him telling me that only the unloved child needs to be sensible, my Xuanxuan is free to be willful as she pleases.

Sure enough, not long after, Li Yiran stopped looking for me and instead brought Qiao Ziyan to our newlywed room.

I stood defiantly at the door, wanting to stop her from entering. Qiao Ziyan laughed lightly and easily walked through my body.

So regardless of whether I'm alive or dead, I cannot stop her.

Qiao Ziyan walked out of the bathroom wearing the nightgown I had prepared for our wedding night.

Her alluring figure is faintly visible beneath the wafer-thin nightgown, causing Li Yiran's Adam's apple to bob, his gaze turning profound.

"I know him too well, it is so clear that he is showing emotions. Watching the ambiguous atmosphere between the two, my heart aches.

"Yanyan, this is Qiao Xuan’s dress," Li Yiran reminded with a somewhat hoarse voice.

"I know that." She hugged Li Yiran's neck, "Yan brother, I know, you have no feelings for sister. The one in your heart is me, right?"

"Qiao Ziyi, know your limits." Li Yiran’s tone became cold.

Tears flooded from Qiao Ziyi's eyes, dropping down like pearls with crashed necklace.

She put on a pitiful look, sobbing and said: "After tonight, you will be my brother-in-law. I'm not greedy. I just want this night, okay? Brother, I want to be your woman."

"I can agree to anything else, but absolutely not this!" Li Yiran pushed her away.

Qiao Ziyi stomped her foot in anger, "Fine then, if you do not want me, I will just find someone else. It could be a food delivery guy, a janitor, a male model, or even a beggar under the bridge! I don't mind!"

"Stop being foolish!”

"You don't care about me at all and not even willing to fulfill this small request. I might as well..."

Before she could complete the sentence, Li Yiran pulled her into his arms and silenced her with a deep kiss.

I was standing aside, shouting hysterically, but no one could hear me.

Li Yiran, the man whom I've loved for over a decade, was now caught in an intimate moment with my sister in our bridal chamber.

I watched all night as Li Yiran, released his long-suppressed desires and emotions.

As the morning light filtered in through the curtain, it fell upon Qiao Ziyi's body full of red marks, she shyly moved into Li Yiran’s embrace."

Li Yiran seemed to have finally sobered up, showing a regretful expression on his face, "Yan Yan, about what happened between us last night..."

I gave a cold laugh. What's the use of regretting now after everything that should have happened has happened?

How disgusting!

"Brother Yan, don't worry. I absolutely won't tell sister. From today onwards, you are my brother-in-law. I'll go abroad for further studies and won't appear in front of you again."

Li Yiran frowned, "Who said I want you to leave? You..."

Before he could finish his words, the cellphone ringtone suddenly rang out. Li Yiran picked up the call.

A stern male voice came from the other end of the line: "Mr. Li, someone found a high-end custom wedding dress by the Binjiang river this morning. It has been identified as the one your wife, Qiao Xuan, wore yesterday. Please come to the police station to assist in the investigation."