Chapter 1
Three years after breaking up with Peter, Kim went to the Alpine Mountain Range.
But an avalanche buried her forever at the foot of the Alps.
As her consciousness faded, the Grim Reaper’s voice echoed in her ear.
“Kim Lee, you died far from home and can’t enter the cycle of rebirth. I grant you three days for Returning to Roots.”
When Kim opened her eyes, she found herself back in the car, her own lifeless body beside her.
Kim understood the Grim Reaper’s gift meant arranging her own funeral affairs.
Watching snowflakes dance in the wind, she buried her last photo with Peter in the snowdrift.
“Peter, I came to see the Alps. But you broke your promise.”
She opened the trunk, placed her corpse inside the suitcase, and packed it with crushed ice and heavy snow.
After finishing, she called Metropolitan Funeral Services.
“Hello, I’d like to schedule burial services for three days from now.”
“The deceased’s name is Kim Lee.”
Since the Grim Reaper demanded Returning to Roots, she’d drive back to Philadelphia to prepare her own dignified funeral.
With everything arranged, Kim drove slowly along the icy mountain road.
After several turns, she spotted a stranded vehicle ahead.
A woman in a white down coat waved desperately from the road, forcing Kim to stop.
As the window rolled down, the woman removed her mask, revealing a delicate, pale face.
“Samantha?”
Kim gasped in surprise.
Her high school deskmate-unseen since graduation-appeared here of all places.
Samantha’s eyes lit up upon recognizing Kim.
“Kim! Thank heavens we found you!”
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“My boyfriend’s car broke down. The tow truck won’t come till tomorrow. Can we ride with you?”
Kim hesitated. Transporting living passengers felt wrong for a corpse.
But perhaps the Grim Reaper would reward this good deed in Hell.
She agreed to take them.
Samantha waved toward a snow-trapped Maybach. A man in a black trench coat approached.
One glance froze Kim where she sat.
For three years, she’d imagined countless reunions with Peter.
Never had she pictured meeting him after death-as another woman’s boyfriend.
As Peter neared, Kim’s trembling heart made her look away.
Samantha linked arms with him, beaming. “Peter, this is my high school classmate Kim Lee. What luck! She’ll drive us back to Philadelphia.”
Hearing the introduction, a storm of emotions churned within Kim.
She watched the man before her-now shedding the boyish innocence for grown steadiness. “Long time no see” stuck in her throat, unspoken.
Just as she gathered courage, Peter extended a bank card toward her.
“Ms. Lu, for the fare. My girlfriend gets carsick. Please ride in the back.”
His icy tone choked Kim’s response. She didn’t take the card.
“Sorry, I drive alone. You’ll sit in the rear.”
As the door slammed, she overheard Samantha whispering to Peter.
“Kim kindly gave us a ride home. How can you be so overbearing, as if you knew each other before?”
Peter’s dark eyes were deep and somber: “Don’t know.”
Those three simple words made Kim’s heart tighten again and again.
She drove calmly, not letting her emotions show.
Yes, things had changed long ago, and whether they knew each other or not didn’t matter anymore.
On the way, Samantha suddenly spoke: “Kim, why did you come to Alpine Resort?”
Kim’s hands on the steering wheel tightened: “It’s a place I promised to meet my ex-boyfriend three years ago, so I wanted to come.”
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After a while, Peter’s deep voice sounded: “Miss Kim, don’t get distracted while driving. You can’t afford to pay for anyone’s life.”
The sharp words suddenly stung Kim’s long-frozen heart and instantly brought her back to her senses.
Yes, she was already dead. What was the use of bringing up the three-year promise with Peter?
Samantha glared at Peter: “Kim, don’t mind him. He’s been acting weird today, like he’s caten gunpowder.”
“But Kim, after we leave Alpine Resort, where are you planning to go?
Want to go together?”
Kim looked secretly at the man she had missed in countless midnight dreams through the rearview mirror, and said hoarsely.
“No, when the car arrives in Philadelphia, I’m going to a funeral home to attend a funeral.”
