Mom Finally Remembered Me After My Corpse Began to Stink

On my eighth birthday, my father died while buying me a present.

My mother resented me and drove me out of the house, sending me to boarding school. I stayed there for ten years.

After a failed operation left me bleeding heavily, my mother was replacing my heart with that of her adopted daughter.

She warned me in a text message:

"What illness is it this time? Stop pretending just to get my attention."

In the final moments before I lost consciousness, I heard my mother gently comforting Meng Rou, telling her to relax.

She would stay with her forever.

Three days later, a nurse found my rotting, stinking corpse lying in a woven sack.