[First a cold, polished scoundrel, then a devoted, doting husband × first a sunny, athletic beauty, then a reserved, melancholy one]
Bai Yu met that arrogant, haughty man when he was twenty.
“Bai Yu, always remember what you are. Not everyone gets to have wealth at twenty that others will never attain in their entire lives.”
That night, Bai Yu collapsed on the floor, clutching his aching stomach as he called Song Yu. “Mr. Song, my stomach hurts so much...”
“If your stomach hurts, go to the hospital. Why are you calling me?”
Just as Bai Yu was about to say more, another voice came through the phone. “A-Yu, I'm sleepy. Stop talking.”
“All right, Niannian.”
Beep
Bai Yu stared blankly at the phone. A salty, metallic fluid kept surging up from his stomach, until he finally threw up in a spray, staining the floor crimson...
That night, Bai Yu vanished from Song Yu's life for good.
Six months later, Song Yu rushed into a hospital room at the cancer center like a madman.
“Yuer, I was wrong. Come back with me. Please, don't leave me.”
Bai Yu's lips curved into a gentle smile. He said softly, “Mr. Song, your Yuer died half a year ago that night.”
The books written by this author are so beautiful!