Return of Xia An

On a quiet night, Xia An sat alone at his desk. Under the dim light of the desk lamp, his face looked pale. An email on the computer screen, like a death sentence, announced the end of his life. He was an ordinary white-collar worker, repeating boring work every day, until this night, a sudden email completely disrupted his life. The content of the email was simple, but it was enough to make Xia An's heart stop beating - "We regret to inform you that you have been diagnosed with terminal cancer and your expected survival time is no more than three months." Xia An's mind went blank. He stood up numbly, walked to the window, and looked at the dimly lit city outside. His eyes were full of unwillingness. He had not yet realized his dream and enjoyed life well. How could he be ruthlessly deprived of the right to life by fate?