At twenty-nine, I was caught in an accident while filming an explosion scene on set. Both my legs were blown to pieces.
I went from a glamorous, celebrated actress to a disabled woman who couldn't even care for herself.
Jiang Yixiao, the boy I'd supported for ten years, knelt by my bed with red-rimmed eyes.
“Don't be afraid, Sis. From now on, I'll be your legs.”
He gave up his dream of becoming a director and took bit parts on film sets.
He stayed by my side, caring for me, for eight whole years.
Until time wore away his love, leaving only a sense of debt.
Later, he and Lu Jiayuan, a newcomer on set, fell secretly in love.
But because of me, he turned down her advances eight times.
The last time, he missed his date with her because he was looking after me while I had a fever.
I heard him stifling his sobs in the next room.
Lu Jiayuan sent him one final message:
[Then spend the rest of your life looking after that cripple. I can't wait any longer.]
Three months later, news came that Lu Jiayuan was getting married.
That night, Jiang Yixiao put his hand around my neck and murmured,
“...It would be better if you were dead.”
In the end, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He gently tucked the blanket around me.
“Sis, I'm the one who should die. You have to... live to a hundred.”
He went up to the rooftop and leaped off, smashing himself to pieces.
As for me, just as he'd wished, I dragged out my miserable existence and lived to be eighty.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the seventh year after my legs had been amputated.
It was spring, and Lu Jiayuan was still waiting for him.
This time, Jiang Yixiao, I'll let you go.
