Liu Ruyan married me because I was very good in her heart.
With my kidney, her white moonlight can be given a new lease of life.
In order to transplant a perfect kidney, she pretended to be kind to me for three years. But on the second day after our wedding, he couldn't wait to push me into the operating room with his own hands.
The doctor said the risk was too high, but she sneered: "It's just a missing kidney, and it won't kill him."
But she didn't know that her father's kidney three years ago was actually mine.
Later, when I died on the operating table and never came out, she cried hoarsely and begged me on her knees for forgiveness.
