His Sweetheart Pushed Me Into the Water

"Calvin, Monica has passed away, so let her rest in peace!"

Isabel held a food box, stood behind Calvin, and wiped her tears with a handkerchief. Then she said, "Monica wouldn't feel good if she saw you like this."

Calvin looked indifferent, saying, "Get out!"

"Calvin! She is dead. How much longer are you going to torture yourself? The dead can't be resurrected..."

"No, she can be resurrected... I won't allow her to die! She can't die!"

Calvin's face twisted in anger. He said, "Even if she is dead, I will go to hell and bring her back!"

I laughed, feeling particularly satisfied at the sight of him like this.

I hoped he could live a long life. After all, I didn't want to see him again and delay my cycle of reincarnation.

These days, he had been holding my corpse in an icy bed in the imperial tomb.

To preserve my decaying body, he surrounded me with ice.

Because of the cold, he got frostbite on his hands and feet.

Isabel was heartbroken. She came to deliver him the ointment every day.

She cursed me when Calvin wasn't around her.

Calvin got a preacher and several missionaries from the Royal Church.

He imprisoned all of them, forbidding them to eat or drink.

"Save Lady Monica. Otherwise, I will bury all of you alive!"

Even if there were such secret methods, the high missionary and preachers would not easily reveal them to him.

After a few days of stalemate, Calvin sent troops to surround the entire Royal Church.

"If you don't come up with a solution, I will kill one missionary every day."

"National Preacher, isn't your disciple only thirteen years old? I heard that she can accurately calculate everything. You have taught her all the true knowledge you have in your brain. Otherwise, I will let her serve Lady Monica ahead of me."

I watched him make a fool of himself and found it extremely ironic.

One day, Calvin was going to kill a little missionary.

The National Preacher suddenly looked at me in a corner and asked, "Do you want to go back?"

"Can you see me?"

I was extremely surprised, and I quickly hid behind the ice bed.

The other missionary laughed too, saying, "We can all see you."

"Lady Monica, we don't want to interfere with karma. We can't just watch our fellow disciples being unjustly harmed."

"We have a way to bring you back to life, but it can only be done by going back in time, not by resurrecting you."

I shook my head, saying, "Preacher Edward, I am truly tired. If it's for love... It is too bitter to love someone. I don't want to experience it again."

"We can help you get rid of your emotional attachment. Rest assured. Lady Monica, we only hope that you can save our people at the Royal Church."

They pestered me for a long time. I couldn't stand their nagging.

In the end, I nodded and agreed.

I opened my eyes again.

I saw Calvin staring at me with crimson eyes, his gaze burning.

"Monica, you're finally back."

I had no response.

"For you... I cut my heart every day to use my blood as bait. I do so to bring both of us back to the past."

"In this life, I will be good to you forever. I love you."

I pulled back my hand, which he was holding tightly. Looking at him anxiously and confusedly, I asked, "Who are you?"

He was stunned at first. Then he shouted hysterically, "I am your husband. I am Calvin Hoyt!"

I lowered my eyes with tears, saying, "But I don't know you!"

"It's okay that you forget about me... as long as you're alive, it's fine."

"This time, I will never lose you again."

"We will always be together. I will treat you well."