Three years ago, Shen Qingwan died. Everyone said that I forced her to death.
On the day Fu Chen came back from abroad, it rained heavily in Haicheng. He pinched my chin, and there was hatred in his eyes: "Shen Yuan, since you like being a substitute so much, then you will do it until you die."
I have no excuse.
Because no one knows that Shen Qingwan used my kidney for the three extra years he lived.
No one knew that on the day that kidney was removed, I was diagnosed with end-stage dilated cardiomyopathy.
The doctor said I have at most two years left.
Fu Chen imprisoned me in a cage he built with his own hands, tortured me day and night, and made me live like the shadow in his memory. He thought he was taking revenge, but he didn't know that every time he hurt me, he was tearing out a heart that was about to stop beating.
I wanted to disappear quietly.
But he insisted on investigating.
The truth is revealed layer by layer. The fire in his youth, the matching report on the operating table, the empty pill bottles used by Shen Qingwan to stop taking anti-rejection drugs... Every step he took pushed him towards the abyss of collapse.
On the last day, he knelt in front of me with red eyes, and his voice was so hoarse that it was unlike him: "Shen Yuan, you are not allowed to die."
I just looked out the window and said softly: "Fu Chen, have you ever loved me? Even for a minute."
He couldn't answer.
And I don't need answers anymore.
