In the last life, my wife's first love died of illness.
She told me that she was afraid that giving birth would be too painful, so she asked me to adopt the son of my first love.
Because I felt sorry for her, I agreed to her request.
Since then, I have worked hard day and night just to support my wife and send my children to school.
Later, he became successful in his studies, and his wife also stayed young forever under my meticulous care.
I got cancer from overwork.
The doctor said that as long as you cooperate with the treatment, there is hope of recovery.
But my wife signed the consent form to give up the treatment, and my son personally removed my oxygen tube without hesitation.
"Husband, you also know that it is not easy for your child to achieve what he has achieved now. You'd better not hold him back."
"Uncle, you have reached the age where you have one foot in the coffin, why bother fighting the disease to the end."
But after I died, I actually found out that the adopted son was actually the biological flesh and blood of my wife and first love.
When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day when my wife was going to adopt a child.
