The third year after my death.
My wife came to the prison and asked me to donate bone marrow to my twin brother.
The prison guard told her, "Mr. Li Yuan is dead."
My wife let out an impatient, mocking laugh.
"We've kept him locked up for three years, and now he's gotten bold enough to make even the guards help him lie."
"Tell him that if he's willing to apologize to Xiao Cheng and donate his bone marrow, I might consider dropping the charges and letting him out."
"Otherwise, I have no problem keeping him locked up for another three years."
The prison guard calmly took out my death certificate.
"Mr. Li Yuan really is dead."
"Before he died, he had only one last request."
"He asked me to let him see you regret it."
