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In the seventh year of being with Garrison, his pure love who had been dead for years suddenly "resurrected".
He regained what was once lost, now by her side every day.
The arrogant and unruly Garrison would bend down to tie her shoelaces when no one was around, and his eyes would turn red with concern when she got pricked by a needle.
At that moment, I knew my relationship with Garrison had come to an end.
I boarded a plane to leave, but that flight crashed that very night, with none of the hundred-plus passengers surviving.
When Garrison heard the news, he went completely mad, holding my clothes and weeping day and night with regret.
But what he didn't know was that I never got on that plane at all.

The Seventh Year as a Stand-In

At this hour, there weren't many people around. My muffled cries for help were barely louder than a cat's meow in the bushes.


I felt a chill on my legs, and in the next second, the man's head was smashed by a brick once again.


He let go of me and clutched his head, wailing in pain.


In that instant, my limp body fell into a warm embrace. That familiar scent of tobacco immediately calmed my tense nerves.


A low, menacing voice sounded in my ear, "Wasn't the last lesson enough for you?"


The man's arrogant tone instantly softened, "G-Garrison?"


Garrison sneered, "Don't let me see you again. Next time, it won't be just a cracked skull. I'll make sure your head and body are in different places."


The man, terrified, covered his head and ran away as fast as he could.


"Are you scared?" Garrison patted my head and pulled up my pants.


Chapter 4