Tonight, the White Rose Stays Awake All Night

For three years, I was Shen Sihan's stand-in for the woman he loved.

Whenever he kissed me, he covered my eyes with his fingers, afraid of seeing someone else's face in mine.

That was until he filled his bedside with white roses to celebrate my pregnancy.

But as I hemorrhaged in the delivery room, I heard the doctor ask him, “Save the mother or the baby?”

Without hesitation, he said, “Drain her blood. I want Weiwei to survive.”