I have late-stage cancer.
However, my boyfriend sticks by my side and vows not to marry anyone else.
I am deeply moved and work tirelessly, repeatedly showing my scars in front of the camera.
Later, as I am critically ill and pass away, he happily shares the spoils with my attending physician:
"This woman is really foolish. Just a fake medical record made her believe she had a serious illness. If it weren't for her, I would never have made so much money in my life."
When I open my eyes again, I am reborn on the day of being diagnosed with cancer.
