Shen Qingci was only twenty-eight years old when he died.
The last moment she closed her eyes, the only sound in the ward was the ticking sound of instruments.
No husband, no children, not even a person to see her off.
For advanced gastric cancer, it took only three months from diagnosis to death.
What's ridiculous is that in the last days of her life, her ex-husband Xu Jingxing only came once, not to visit, but to ask her to sign a supplementary property division agreement.
Because when she got divorced, she signed the contract so quickly that she forgot to include several properties.
"Qingci, you don't want the court's decision to drag on too long, right?"
Xu Jingxing stood in front of the hospital bed in a straight suit with a businesslike tone.
"Don't worry, I will find the best stepmother for Xiaobao."
Xiaobao.
Her and Xu Jingxing's son, Xu Yichen.
The child she worked so hard to give birth to and raised with all her heart in five years.
After the divorce, it was awarded to Xu Jingxing, and from then on she did not even have visitation rights.
Shen Qingci remembered that he laughed and then signed.
