Xue Xue gazed at the glass bottle hanging above her. It held amino acids, which flowed through a tube into her body. She simply watched in silence. She no longer felt much pain. She knew she would die soon, then be wheeled into the morgue and become a cold corpse.
For someone whose death was already certain, it seemed nothing mattered anymore, except for the red-eyed family members at her side, and that young man. Yes, Xue Xue knew he liked her. After she was diagnosed with terminal stomach cancer, none of the admirers who used to cater to her every whim came to visit. Only a boy named An Xiaochen came to see her every day.
