The Day I Was Diagnosed with Gastric Cancer, I Threw Away My Love for Seven Years

Everyone in Jiangcheng knows that I, Lin Sui, is the licking dog around Jiang Yubai who can't get rid of him. I loved him for seven years. I was always available, humbled to the dust, and laughed at by the entire upper class circle. Until three months ago, I was standing outside the villa door with the diagnosis form of late-stage gastric cancer in my hand. I heard him hugging Bai Yueguang and saying with a smile that I was just a plaything and that he would let me go at dawn. I gave up completely, blocked and deleted him, and left the city that I had been working for for seven years overnight. Everyone thought that sooner or later I would come back in despair like I had done countless times before. But they didn't know that on that rainy night, what was blown away by the evening wind was not only my seven years of deep love, but also half of my life. Three months later, a food stall by the river. The arrogant and arrogant young man of the Jiang family knelt on the sharp broken glass on the floor, kowtowed three times to me solemnly. His forehead was bruised and blood was flowing. His eyes were red and his voice was hoarse and broken: "Sui Sui, I was wrong. How about you come back? Without you, I will go crazy." There was dead silence around, and everyone looked at this scene in shock. And I just held the cold beer can, looked at him calmly, and smiled.