For my husband, I used all the resources left by my parents to make him successful. However, when I was diagnosed with a terminal illness, the diagnosis report was torn into pieces by my husband. He said: Stop playing such clumsy and childish tricks. Then he left me and went to find his female secretary who was afraid of thunderstorms. I thought maybe I would have to spend the rest of my life waiting for death to come. Suddenly, dense chat boxes and text floated before my eyes. What's this? A vision before death?
