My name is Zhou Heng, 26 years old.
The doctor said that the terminal stage of brain cancer can last up to one month.
It's good, you don't have to worry about counting the days.
Until I saw the girl rushing towards the road, my body moved before my brain. The moment he was knocked away, it hurt, but he breathed a sigh of relief - he was finally not dead in the hospital bed.
Open your eyes again, in space.
Rebirth, with the same cancer cells, still a month old.
Fate is quite humorous, even if you die, you will be chased and fed with knives.
But I don't want to admit it.
You have to die once to understand that being able to breathe is your capital. No matter what terminal illness, space station or countdown it is, if it comes once, I will bear it with it.
My destiny is mine, it is not decided by God.
