It was the third year of my marriage to Song Yu. His comatose first love, the woman he had always cherished, woke up. Unfortunately, I had brain cancer and didn’t have long to live. I didn’t tell him. For the time I had left, I kept pretending everything was fine, right up until I left this world. As for Song Yu, on the third day after I died, he held my body and wept inconsolably.
