[Terminally ill doctor
On the day we reunited, his father had a heart attack and I was the doctor on duty.
He grabbed my wrist and asked, "Shen Qinghe, it's been five years, you owe me an explanation."
I looked down and saw the diagnosis slipping from my pocket - high-risk MDS, with a survival period of less than one year.
He was once the heir to the high-ranking Lu family, and I was his unforgettable first love.
I broke up five years ago and he hated me to the core.
Five years later, he held my medical records and sneered: "Is that why?"
I smiled and pushed him away: "Lu Huaijin, I don't love you anymore."
When I turned around, I received a photo of the marriage certificate from him - my name was written in the spouse column.
Later, he gave up hundreds of millions of his family fortune for me.
Later, I held his hand in the ICU and said, "Lu Huaijin, I'm tired."
Later, he put down a wooden pony in front of my grave: "I promised to marry you in the Year of the Horse, and here I am."
On the spring equinox of the Year of the Horse, on the day I stopped breathing, he turned gray overnight.
It turns out that the most painful thing in the world is not separation in life, but farewell in death——
We obviously love each other, but we are stuck in the twelfth year by fate and can never wait for the next reincarnation.
No one. I'll order one for myself. Thank you.