She believed that with a new heart, she would keep on living, at least for another ten years.
She was too optimistic. Perhaps, the reality wasn't like that.
Maybe in a year, a month, or perhaps tomorrow, her heart disease would recur, and she would leave this world...
Chen Xiangyu felt a sharp pain in her chest.
She didn't want to die; she didn't want to leave the ones she loved, didn't want to make them sad...
How she wished that all of this was just her anxiety, that her heart was actually fine and could continue to support her for many more years, in good health.
She found some time and went to the hospital quietly while Si Chengye was not around. She needed a check-up; otherwise, her heart would remain uneasy.
Hospitals were places she never wanted to enter in her life. When she left here, she thought she'd never come back, yet in less than a year, she was again walking inside.
