I Died on My Wedding Night—Now My Obsessive Husband Begs for Forgiveness

I spent years loving Bo Congnan, my childhood sweetheart, only to be abandoned on our wedding day while he prioritized his sister's competition. When I died alone and terrified, begging for his help, he dismissed me as dramatic. Too late, he discovered the headless corpse in the news was mine—and lost his sanity, kneeling nightly in the Hall of Eternal Life to repent. Reborn into a second chance, I became the cherished white moonlight of my former sworn enemy. On my new wedding day, Bo Congnan appears with red-rimmed eyes, whispering one word that changes everything: "Sister-in-law."