On the 30th wedding anniversary, my husband, who was diagnosed with advanced gastric cancer, handed me a divorce agreement. Sujuan, please divorce me. I will leave the house and leave all the money at home for your treatment. Why? You can't die in the name of my wife, otherwise, Wanwan will have no choice but to be my continuation. Wanwan is arrogant. She can't bear the injustice. I spurt out a mouthful of black blood. I close my eyes unwillingly and then open them. I'm back to my wedding night.
