He Went Mad After Tearing Out My Heart with His Own Hands

This is the third year since I was hit by a car, had my heart removed, and became a wandering spirit. Xie Yanci suddenly found a faded, yellowed pregnancy test report at home. He tracked down the apartment where I lived and looked down at me as he demanded to know whether I had vanished for so long to have some other man's bastard.

At the time, the only person in the apartment was my older sister, who often came to visit me. She smiled, her eyes reddening. “Azhao is dead. Go ask her.”

Xie Yanci refused to believe her and flew into a rage, convinced that we had teamed up to deceive him. My sister hurled my portrait at him.

“Azhao is dead! Dead!”

“You were the one who ordered it. You removed her heart with your own hands and gave it to that woman. How can you say you don’t believe it?”