In my previous life, I had always performed exceptionally well during my streams, often taking down pro players one-on-one.
People in the chat would always tease me about why I didn't go pro and instead stayed as a small-time streamer.
Before, I would proudly tell them that I wanted to be with the love of my life.
But this time, I was determined to live for myself!
After logging off, my most loyal fan, KingGorilla, sent me a private message.
[Acton, have you really decided to go pro?]
As my number one fan, KingGorilla had been with me since I first started streaming.
KingGorilla had always encouraged me to go professional and not waste my talent.
But I would always turn him down, saying that going pro would make it difficult for me to take care of Clarice.
Over time, KingGorilla stopped bringing it up.
But this time, after hearing what I said on the stream, he rushed to ask me.
I sent him a screenshot of my ticket purchase.
I said: [I'm going to make a name for myself in Azuria!]
KingGorilla was thrilled and promised to come pick me up. After chatting a bit, I started packing my bags.
But just then, there was a knock on my door.
I opened it, and there stood Clarice.
I had rented an apartment close to hers to make it easier to take care of her.
In my previous life, after all the years we'd been together, this was the first time she'd ever come to see me on her own.
Instinctively, I picked up my phone to check, making sure I hadn't missed any messages from her.
Our conversation was still stuck on my invitation for dinner that evening.
Seeing Clarice as she was decades ago, I froze for a moment.
After loving her for so many years in my previous life, seeing her now made me feel a bit angry.
I asked her sharply, "What do you want?"
She looked taken aback, clearly not knowing what to say. She fidgeted with the hem of her clothes, hesitating for a while before finally saying, a bit shyly, "Can we talk inside?"
Looking at this woman I had pampered so much in my past life, I couldn't help but feel some resentment.
After all, it was my attempts to please her that ultimately led to my death.
In my past life, I carefully planned out every detail of our wedding anniversary celebration.
I started preparing days in advance.
Every single detail of that evening was meticulously designed.
That night, Clarice said she had to work late at the office and would arrive later.