The day I was diagnosed with stomach cancer, my younger brother got married, and my mother asked me to come up with 100,000 yuan for a house.
But they had no idea that money was for my treatment.
Dragging my frail body along, I gave a bitter smile and said, “Mom, what if I have a terminal illness?”
My mother raised her brows. “Then don’t die on your brother’s wedding day. It’ll bring bad luck!”
Later, one day, while I was lying awake with stomach pain, I heard someone outside the door say, “Your sister’s going to die soon anyway. Why not let her die quickly...”
