Story Synopsis：The wife is being ruthlessly tormented by leukemia.
She entrusted the company she had painstakingly managed to me and properly left her assets to her elderly parents.
On the night she made her will, she held me tightly, her cries filled with affection and reluctance, as if she wanted to vent all the regrets of her remaining life at that moment.
She choked back tears, her tears falling like rain, and said with a trembling voice.
"I love you. If there is a next life, I will definitely marry you again. The company is our child; let it accompany you, as if I have never left you."
That was her only wish in life, and as her loving husband, how could I bear to refuse?
The moment the doctor issued the critical condition notice, I trembled as I signed my name.
On that moonlit night, where the light was like water, clear and bright, she closed her eyes forever.
I called for the funeral home vehicle.
That night, they sent her into the incinerator, watching as her body turned into a handful of cold ashes.
In the next life, please don't deceive me again.