As a fireworks designer.
I was well aware that the reason why blue fireworks were rare and precious was their high production cost, as well as their flammability and explosiveness.
For this reason, I had always disagreed with Calix's large-scale production of blue fireworks.
However, he said that brave people enjoy the world first.
He criticized me for being timid, suspicious and short-sighted, and for not being worthy of participating in his ambition to go global.
So, we started arguing frequently.
Until Calix's supporter, his childhood sweetheart Serena appeared.
We were completely separated.
At that time, I naively thought that the matter would be resolved if the two of us calmed down.
But I did not expect that after my death, in the seventh year of our marriage, my husband wrote his childhood sweetheart's name in the sky with fireworks.
When the two kissed happily under the fireworks, the last trace of me in this world also disappeared into the sea along with the remaining gunpowder.
I turned my gaze to Serena. It was not only filled with resentment for interfering in my marriage with Calix, but also hatred for running her car over me.