When the news came that my parents had died in a plane crash, I was polishing porcelain cups in a cafe on Paris's Left Bank. The lawyer on the other end of the phone spoke with a chilling calm: "Miss Wen, please return to China as soon as possible for the funeral." Ten years had passed. At last, I was setting foot in my homeland again, only to bid farewell to the adoptive parents who had given me everything, then taken it all away.
At the funeral, Wen Sichen gripped my wrist. "Wen Wan, you won't escape again this time." He locked me in the bedroom where I had lived as a child. Metal bars covered the windows, and bodyguards stood outside the door. "The Wen family needs an heir." His voice was hoarse, his eyes roiling with madness and pain. But beneath it all was something I had never heard him say: "I need you too." I resented him, thinking he was just like my adoptive parents, never considering my feelings. Until one late night, I heard him stifle a cough and saw him swallow pills in every color. On the night my heart softened, he rested his head on my lap and whispered, "Wanwan, don't leave me..." Then I found that genetic disease diagnosis in the old house. The truth was, I was nothing more than a replacement raised for him. But he didn't know that I had already signed an organ donation agreement. "The Wen family needs me, but I need you..."
Theme: Face overwhelming love, and cherish the people around you
