Chapter 3

“Mr. Lin, if you don’t feel well, you can explain it to Mr. Mo...” Assistant Liu hesitated and paused.

I looked at his concerned appearance.

Even an assistant knew how to care about me, but he did not care.

Maybe I should have left long ago.

“I’m fine.” I shook my head and followed the assistant out.

If I called to tell him about my situation, he would only think I was putting on an act.

I did not know when loving Mo Ji had become so exhausting.

“Although you signed the donation consent form, your physical condition simply cannot support this surgery... I suggest you stay in the hospital for half a month of observation before the operation.”

The doctor held the report, his brows knitted and his tone serious, and he also cared about the state of my body.

“I confirm that I can undergo the surgery.” I signed my name on the informed consent form for the operation.

The doctor sighed, “How about this, I’ll notify your family.”

Family?

I pulled up the corners of my mouth into a bitter smile, because after Zhou Yi left, what family did I have left?

Holding the pen and writing my name on one confirmation form after another, my heart suddenly stopped hurting.

Uncle Zhou, living is so tiring, and I can finally come to find you.

The surgery was scheduled for three days later, and I thought he would come.

In my free time, I played on my phone and saw news of his pursuit of love.

He accompanied Lin Qing shopping and experiencing domestic-style restaurants, but it was all his one-sided wishful thinking.

Paparazzi secretly photographed their movements, and Lin Qing was elegant like a noble, linking arms with his mother while shopping, the scene bright, grand, and harmonious.

Mo Ji stood half a step behind him, following them like a shadow.

As for Lin Qing, who looked similar to me, I did not hate or envy him.

I touched my brows and eyes, and although our faces were clearly similar, he had a complete family and Mo Ji’s love, which was wonderful.

Lying on the hospital bed and looking at the glaring red light, I planned out my final days.

I would go see the great rivers and mountains of my motherland.

As the anesthetic entered my body, my consciousness gradually blurred.

I did not know how much time had passed, but my head was heavy, dizzy, and stinging.

The kidney transplant surgery was successful, but I had a postoperative infection, and I only had two months left.

Facing this broken body, perhaps death was the best destination.

I told the doctor I wanted to be discharged, and I also had my medical records sealed.

The wind was strong on the day I left the hospital, and the only contacts saved in my phone were Mo Ji and Assistant Liu.

I put the phone back in the villa.

Sitting on the plane and looking at the clouds so close at hand, I enjoyed life.