Chapter 1

For years, our relationship was a secret. Finn Foster was a dazzling superstar, while I was his invisible little assistant.

I accompanied him from obscurity to nationwide fame, and now he was embarking on a global tour.

I arrived in the foreign country a day early to arrange everything for him.

But upon landing, he received news of an earthquake.

Fearing I might take the last available seat, Finn left without a word.

He stole the car I had reserved and successfully rebooked a flight to escape, all without saying a single word.

As the earthquake approached, I desperately messaged Finn, demanding to know why he had cut off my escape route.

But my messages sank like stones in the sea.

Taken advantage of by traffickers in the chaos, they stuffed me into a dumpster where I suffocated to death, harvesting all my useful organs.

Just before I died, the screen of a nearby phone lit up with the latest message.

"I'm home safe. Hope you're okay."

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I died.

On Finn Foster's 27th birthday.

A long, agonizing pain enveloped me, every minute and second before death was torture.

An unfamiliar street corner in a foreign land.

A dark, cramped dumpster.

Rotting, foul-smelling garbage.

And my corpse.

My body had been hollowed out.

Hollowed out in the physical sense.

They had dug out my kidneys, liver, corneas...

Yet left behind a gray heart.

I thought, if a heart could truly stop beating from heartbreak,

My time of death would have been two and a half hours earlier.

The moment Finn abandoned me alone at the epicenter and left by himself.

He really did keep that promise.

"Zoe Lin, after I turn 27."

"I won't care whether you live or die."

I withdrew my thoughts and floated towards the sky.

After the earthquake, the world looked devastated.

People came and went, not noticing this stinking dumpster.

They would even cover their noses and walk away with frowns.

This was fine too, no one would see me.

That sight would scare them.

Not far away were some friendly Asian faces, I floated towards them.

Several girls huddled together in a corner, holding handfuls of photo cards.

The white lightsticks in their hands emitted a dim glow, like scattered stars.

They were Finn's fans.

At this moment, the girls' faces were streaked with tears, their beautiful makeup ruined.

I saw a wandering soul floating above them, a woman in her 40s.

She hovered anxiously around their heads.

She looked at one of the girls, muttering incessantly.

"Sweetie, why didn't you listen to mommy?"

My heart ached a little.

"Finn, you've let everyone down."

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