On my third anniversary, I received a terminal diagnosis of gastric cancer and decided to personally push away the man who loved me dearly.
He was the boss of the shopping mall, Mr. Lu, but he was so childish to me that he would make me count my eyelashes and blow the burnt omelette down to cool it down for me. But I couldn't drag him down. I could only pretend to be crazy and engage in a cold war, and even cruelly proposed divorce.
"Lin Wan, what do you want?" He pushed me against the wall, with panic in his eyes. "If you say you don't love me, look into my eyes and say it again!"
I hardened my heart and avoided his kiss, watching him change from gentle and patient to irritable and paranoid. I watched him forcefully take me to the beach I mentioned in order to keep me.
But fate was playing tricks on me. Just when I was determined to let go, the pregnancy test stick with two bars stunned me. Late-stage gastric cancer + painkillers, I can't keep this child.
When he turned over the pregnancy termination surgery sheet, he screamed with red eyes: "You killed our child!"
I smiled and said "I don't love you anymore", but my heart was bleeding: Lu Sheng, I'm going to die, I can't let you go to hell with me.
It wasn't until I passed out in front of him that all the secrets were revealed. He hugged the skinny me and cried like a child: "Wanwan, why didn't you tell me? Do you think I would let go?"
It turns out that the most painful thing is not death, but that I love you, but I have to lie to you that I hate you.
Intention: In the two-way obsession, there is redemption and fulfillment that are inseparable from life and death.
