The hospital corridors are long, with fluorescent lights buzzing overhead.
Wen Nian clutched the thin payment slip, his knuckles turning white.
"Ms. Wen, your mother's surgery fee is still 3.2 Million, and the deadline is this Friday."
She raised her head and saw her mother's pale face through the glass window of the ward.
The phone vibrated, and a strange text message popped up:
"Ten million, be my fiancée. You and her are very similar."
Attached is a photo - the girl in the photo looks very similar to her.
Wen Nian stared at the screen, his fingers hovering on the keyboard.
This text message will change everything for her.
She didn't know that that face would become the look she hated most.
Little did she know that she would sacrifice her heart for this text message.
