If You're Sick, Please Don't Stop Taking Your Medication

Tired of every stable relationship, he found himself a temporary girlfriend.

They spent three years together. She was gentle, kind, and level-headed.

Quiet and undemanding, she provided all the emotional support he could want.

Moved by their steady, gradual affection, he decided to take her to meet his parents.

He had only just left when word came that her visa had been denied.

Confused, he asked, "What did you say in your visa interview?"

She found a job that required her to be on call twenty-four hours a day.

At first, the pay was good, the housing was nice, and the work was easy.

As the night shifts and physical labor piled up, it gradually became a heavy workload.

The fragile constitution of modern humans meant that even a little indulgence

would inevitably lead her down the road to kidney deficiency.

She stuck it out for three years, and just as her contract was about to expire,

she answered the visa officer's questions honestly:

"I'm unemployed, unmarried, and traveling at my boyfriend's invitation."

After being rejected outright, she finally got the gap life she'd always dreamed of.

He lived across the Pacific, while she traveled around it. Never seeing each other again was the most romantic ending.

On her travels, unable to bear his constant calls tracking her down, she begged him to stop:

"Sir, please stop calling. I don't want the special coins anymore!"

The red-eyed man cornered her against the wall and roared:

"Even if I'm sick, you're still going to be so heartless and refuse to look after me?"

She nodded earnestly. "If you're sick, please don't stop taking your medicine."

Everyone's got some kind of illness in this world.

A white knight from a glass castle and a trapped beast from an iron jungle. The third installment in the dirt-poor romance collection: corny, melodramatic, and full of bitter love and hate.

Theme: Always live well, no matter what