On the fifth anniversary of Yun Pingan and I, one month before we agreed to get married.
His white moonlight is back.
And I was diagnosed with late-stage lung cancer, and the doctor said I wouldn't live to celebrate the New Year.
The breakfast I gave him was thrown into the trash can by his white moonlight.
When I found out I was pregnant, he was on a business trip with his Bai Yueguang in the tourist city we had agreed with.
When I was bedridden, he attended the company's annual meeting dressed up in his white moonlight, like a golden boy.
But after I died, he went crazy.
