I was wiping porcelain cups in a café on the Left Bank of Paris when the tragic news came that my parents' plane crashed. The lawyer's voice on the other end of the phone was inhumanly calm: "Ms. Wen, please return to China as soon as possible to attend the funeral." Ten years later, I finally set foot on my homeland again, just to say goodbye to my adoptive parents who gave me everything and took everything away.
In the mourning hall, Wen Sichen held my wrist and said, "Wen Wan, don't try to escape this time." He locked me in my childhood bedroom, with a security net outside the window and bodyguards guarding the door. "The Wen family needs an heir." His voice was hoarse, and there was an undercurrent of madness and pain in his eyes, but after that there was "I need you too" that I had never heard before. I resented him and felt like he was like an adoptive parent and never considered my feelings. Until late one night, I heard his suppressed cough and saw him swallowing colorful pills. That night when his heart softened, he leaned on my knee and whispered: "Wanwan, don't let me go..." It wasn't until I dug out the genetic disease diagnosis certificate in my old house - it turned out that I was just a substitute trained for him. But he doesn't know that I have already signed an organ donation agreement. "The Wen family needs me, but I need you"...
Intention: Look directly at the surging love and cherish the people around you