On a rainy night, she was diagnosed with bone cancer, but a headline about her husband celebrating Bai Yueguang's birthday popped up on her phone.
"President Lu spent tens of millions of dollars, and the beauty of Bosu smiled."
I dialed the phone tremblingly, and received a cold sarcasm:
"Pretending to be sick to win favor? Lin Wan, you are not even worthy of being a substitute."
That night I signed the divorce agreement and vomited blood to complete the design draft of my posthumous work.
Three months later at Su Rou's birthday party, Lu Jin received an anonymous auction——
My urn and sky-high price will:
"Dedicate the rest of your life to regret and sacrifice my still cold bones."
