Mr. Jiang, Madam, She Left with Her Death.

The diagnosis of late-stage gastric cancer came quietly like a cold judgment. Qiao Wei held the thin piece of paper as if she was holding on to her exhausted life... There are two kinds of pain. One was the sharp and cruel stomach pain that gnawed at her organs day and night. The other is the chronic, suffocating heartache that her husband Jiang Lin felt when he abandoned her again and again because of Bai Yueguang and Su Wan. While he was bringing Su Wan to the feast, she was lying alone in the cold consulting room, letting the chemotherapy drugs burn her blood vessels. Finally, on a night when the wind and snow knocked on the window, she quietly swallowed her last breath of pain, and died decisively with all her love and hatred for him. It wasn't until she turned into a handful of cold ashes that Jiang Lin suddenly realized - the woman who would always turn on the light and wait for him to come home was really gone. He searched through her belongings like crazy, but what he smashed were the mottled tears hidden in her diary and the long-yellowing medical records, as well as the desperate and affectionate feelings that she never spoke out until her death. Young Master Jiang, who used to be dignified and arrogant, finally knelt down in the empty cloakroom, hugging the old clothes she left behind, and burst into tears...