Death Livestream: The Top Donor Is My Ex-Boyfriend

He spent tens of millions to keep me alive, all just to ask why we broke up back then. On the livestream, I folded my suicide note into a paper airplane. Other patients laughed and called me an attention seeker. Medical touts accused me of faking my illness for sympathy. Then the account named “Fu Xizhou” showered me with tens of millions in gifts: “Please don't die.” The comments went wild. Only I knew those were his first words to me in five years. The next second, he sent me a private message: “Why did you disappear back then without even saying we were over?” I touched the new knife scar on my chest and held my chemotherapy form up to the camera. “Because I said that if I were going to die, I'd die when you hated me most.”