"Besides, everyone else has theirs tattooed on their arms, or at most on their shoulders. Why did you have to tattoo it somewhere like your heart? Are you trying to report to King Yama ahead of time?"
Ding Jihan blinked. He didn't understand her way of thinking either.
"If your name were tattooed on your arm, wouldn't other people see it?"
Of course he had to tattoo it somewhere others couldn't see.
Ding Jihan reached out and touched his chest, his expression exceptionally calm. "Do you think it's childish? But I was afraid I'd forget you."
"When I suddenly appeared here back then, it confirmed my previous research into reincarnation. But because I appeared halfway through, anything could happen."
"To prevent myself from forgetting you if my memories became confused one day, I wrote your name on my chest with my own hand and tattooed it there myself. That way, it could remind me, and stay a little closer to my heart."
"I originally thought that if you really didn't appear, I would carry it with me, just like how I held you as we fell asleep in our previous life. We would enter the coffin together and turn into a mound of earth together."
"So, Qiaoqiao, don't always remember only my bad points and forget my good ones, all right?"
He admitted that he was at fault, but he absolutely refused to admit that he had been with her because of that dream, rather than because he had genuinely been attracted to her, liked her, and loved her.
He was an exceptionally clearheaded person. He often looked coldly at everything in the world, analyzing all the people, affairs, and things around him. He also frequently dissected his own personality.
Therefore, he knew perfectly well that he had chosen to