When I was thirty years old, my life was redefined by the word "second-hand" - a second-hand apartment, a second-hand car, a second-hand furniture, and a heart transplanted from someone else's chest.
The original owner of the heart was a man named Gu Shen, who died in an accident. After the operation was successful, I began to have strange dreams frequently. In the dream, a girl was crying and a man was saying "I'm sorry."
I thought it was an hallucination caused by rejection, until one day, I ran into that girl on the street corner - her name was Shen Luxi, and she was Gu Shen's ex-girlfriend. And the way she looked at me was like looking at someone who had come back from the dead.
When a heart that does not belong to me begins to fulfill the unfinished wish of the original owner, when two people who should not have met become entangled because of an organ transplant - I can't tell whether every accelerated heartbeat in the chest belongs to me or Gu Shen's.
Until Shen Luxi asked me with red eyes: "Who are you? Xu Yan or him?"
I touched the scar on my chest and finally answered, "I don't know."
