When Ling Mu was seventeen, she was admitted to the hospital with the heart of a sixteen-year-old girl beating in her chest. Lu Huaishen was her attending physician, and also the brother of the heart’s original owner. He had waited ten years, finally seeing the heart again before him.
He thought he was there to protect what his sister had left behind. She thought she was nothing but a vessel. They tormented each other, drew closer, and tore open each other’s deepest wounds. By the time he finally understood that he loved her for who she was, she no longer wanted to believe him.
Her father died, leaving behind a letter that said, “I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Her heart began to fail, and she told him, “I don’t want your heart.” On a snowy night, she placed her last orange candy in his mouth. “There are only two things I’ve ever thought were sweet: orange candy and you.”
Then she died in his arms. He kept watch over her grave for fifty years.
She never wanted much. A piece of candy, the words “I love you,” and a body that wasn’t borrowed. But everything came too late.
Hahaha, give yourself a little support
I want to cry when I see it 😢😢😢😢😢😢