Before I Die, Can You Love Me?

In the seventh year of my marriage to Jiang Yao, I was diagnosed with leukemia.

At the same time, I heard some news from his assistant.

Jiang Yao had dismissed the secretary who had worked for him for nearly ten years and hired a young, beautiful new one.

I asked his assistant, "How young?"

She answered cautiously, "Twenty-three. She just graduated from college, and she's very pretty."

My hand paused as I lifted my coffee. Twenty-three. That was how old I had been when I met Jiang Yao.

Back then, Jiang Yao had also told me I was very pretty.

I was very pretty, pretty enough to easily become the center of attention wherever I went.

Unfortunately, I was already thirty this year. I wasn't young anymore.

And I was going to die soon.