The daughter I have raised for more than 20 years is a white-eyed wolf. After finding out that my kidney source matched her boyfriend's, she actually wanted me to transplant his kidney. But she didn't know that I had grown her up all by myself, and her body had long been like floating catkins, unable to withstand the intensity of the surgery. After the operation, I died alone in my old house. But my daughter, who was willing to sacrifice her life to save her boyfriend, burst into tears at my grave when she learned that I was dead.
