But her childhood sweetheart, Edward Coleman, got angry and insisted on marrying her. I also refused to take Felicia’s seat and stood the entire journey home.
The result? His stitches ripped open from prolonged standing. After a day and night of emergency treatment, he died of blood loss.
Felicia calmly arranged his funeral and later married me. In our previous life, on our wedding day, she brutally broke both of my legs. She bought me a standing ticket and took me on a high-speed train for three days and three nights, even though I desperately needed medical attention.
In the end, she looked at me, covered in blood and stepped on my broken legs, constantly telling me that I was the cause of Edward’s death and deserved this kind of revenge. She saw me bleed to death on the speeding train. This memory made my face grow even paler.
“My friend just had surgery. You should give up your seat for him. I see you’re in good condition,so standing for a while shouldn’t be a problem. Giving up your seat for the elderly, weak, or disabled is a good thing. Don’t be so selfish.”