His Moonlight Has Nowhere to Return

To save my beloved’s one true love, I drained my fiancé’s heart dry of blood.

As he lay dying, he smiled and said, “At last, I’ve repaid the life I owed you.”

I stood frozen until the doctor handed me a critical condition notice. “The donor for your heart transplant three years ago was him.”

At the funeral, my beloved’s one true love flaunted her victory, her pregnant belly on display.

But then I got a call from the organ donation center. “Mr. Shen designated his corneas for you, but you’ll have to come collect them yourself.”