After being reborn, I cut off all contact with my childhood sweetheart.
When she organized a class reunion, I stayed in bed, pretending to be sick.
When she stayed in our city to attend medical school, I applied to study abroad.
When I came home for the New Year and she invited me to dinner, I took my parents on a trip instead.
When she transferred to the city where I worked, I immediately applied for a research position that kept me secluded.
I didn't answer her calls or reply to her messages. I made a point of keeping my distance.
In my previous life, I loved her for forty years, and she gave me the cold shoulder for forty years.
When we were in a car accident, I pushed her to safety, but I was left in critical condition, paralyzed in bed.
She held her beloved in her arms and wept. “I almost lost you!”
In the final days of my life, she was busy celebrating her beloved's birthday.
The daughter I had raised with so much care said, “You broke Mom and Uncle Meng apart back then. Don't you feel guilty?”
I lay alone in the hospital, waiting to die.
I never wanted to live such a miserable life again.
