My husband pulled out my ventilator with his own hands. He had discovered that the person who donated a kidney to save his life all those years ago wasn’t the woman he had always cherished as his one true love. It was me, the woman he had looked down on for ten years. “Don’t be afraid, Niannian. The thief who stole your life is finally going to get what she deserves.” The moment the ventilator was removed, I choked and convulsed, but my husband gently held his “savior,” relieved to finally be rid of me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back ten years earlier, on the rainy night when I saved him but Jiang Nian took credit for it.
