He drained her blood and saved Bai Yueguang; she swallowed the diagnosis of gastric cancer and died after the 103rd blood transfusion.
Five years later, Rose returned, neither crying nor fussing, with only an old tie clip, an unburned B-ultrasound sheet, and a text message with spaces: "You owe more than one life."
He knelt in front of the tomb and vomited blood. She stood outside the glass and smelled the burnt smell of her sleeves.
Death is liberation, living is the crematorium——
And this atonement, which lasted the rest of his life, started with the bullet he blocked and ended with the words she quietly added: "In the name of the father."
The jasmine has not yet bloomed, but the buds have appeared.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
