Guo Chen

People have many happy, unforgettable days, but there's one day in particular that everyone considers the best day of their life: their wedding. People in love are idiots. He was a hopeless idiot, and so was his fiancée. They were so adorable, inseparable, a perfect relationship. Nothing was wrong; they got along incredibly well. There were no third parties involved; simply put, no one could be a third party. It seemed that nothing could separate them unless… death itself became envious of their happiness. That same day, they were starting to look at the wedding preparations. They hadn't spent a single penny yet; it had only been two days since Guo Chen had bought that beautiful ring. His beautiful fiancée had gone to see her dress; she wanted a unique, dream dress, and she went alone. He was working, filming a play, when his phone rang. What had happened? He didn't answer because it was an unknown number… but they called again. He answered and heard it: his fiancée… his fiancée had been hit by a car. She had been crossing when it was the pedestrian's turn, but there was a drunk driver who ignored her, and she hadn't heard the car because she was wearing headphones. She had been thrown several meters and had broken a few bones in the impact. He drove to the place, fast, exceeding speed limits, but when he arrived he just watched as they were lifting the body. He couldn't believe she was dead. He cried like never before... I'm so sorry.

From then on, she was alone, fell into a deep depression, lost millions of dollars, and became immersed in drugs. One rainy day, four years after that tragedy, she was taking shelter in a flower shop, waiting for the rain to stop, when in the distance she saw someone running, barefoot, laughing, playing. Her eyes sparkled… this person was identical to her, but it was a man. Even so, she couldn't help but look at him when he stopped beside her.

—Y-You… A-Any?

I asked very stupidly while this boy continued laughing

A lost man fell in love with another man, who was identical to his fiancée: the same long hair, the same color, the same eyes, the same smile, that delicate way of moving despite being a very mischievous person—everything was the same as her, except for one detail: she had died, and he was a man.