Just as my heart was about to fail, I finally got the call that a heart was available for transplant.
But my boyfriend, Lu Jingchuan, deputy director of cardiology, gave my heart to another woman.
Because she resembled his deceased white moonlight.
I dragged my failing body over to confront him,
but heard him and the woman talking about their future: “You’ll be able to run and jump again. We can go hiking and skiing together, and do all sorts of things.”
Then the woman posted an update.
“If you have love, what is there to fear in death?”
Instead of confronting Lu Jingchuan, I casually liked the post, then summoned the System.
“I want to leave this world and go home.”
