I was terminally ill and had only a few days to live. The doctor asked me to notify my family to make funeral arrangements. It's a pity that my brother believed Song Feiyue's words and thought that I had bullied her for three years in high school and had blocked me long ago. When I was in the emergency room, Song Feiyue only had the flu and a mild fever, so my brother waited outside the set all night. The face of the usually indifferent brother was full of anxiety. "Be obedient and go to the doctor, okay? You can't just survive a small cold." Netizens expressed their deep affection for him. When I couldn't hold on any longer, I called the salesperson at the cemetery. "Have everything been arranged? There is no need for a funeral, just cremate me." "The music score that my brother wrote for me... Should also be burned together." Until I died on my twentieth birthday. Even my brother didn't know that it was Song Feiyue who bullied me for three years and even changed my medical records confirming my diagnosis of terminal illness.
