Three Years After My Death, My Husband Asked Me to Donate a Liver to His White Moonlight

Three years after I died, he finally thought of me.

His white moonlight was suffering from liver failure and needed a second transplant.

Unable to find me, he went to our son's kindergarten.

But he discovered that our son had stopped going to school long ago.

"Guoguo died three years ago. I heard his father wouldn't pay for his treatment because he was keeping a mistress. He was only five when he died… Poor child."

He merely gave a quiet laugh. He'd always called Guoguo a bastard, so naturally he was glad the boy was dead.

"Tell his mother I need to see her. She must meet me within a week!"

The teacher froze, then asked, "You don't know? Guoguo's mother has passed away too."