When I went to the hospital, I kept thinking, the photos must be fake, probably another unethical media's Photoshop, or even, he might be trying to retaliate against me.

Yes, he's retaliating against me, so he staged this drama to make me feel guilty, manipulate public opinion, and completely ruin me.

It must be like that.

It must be.

…………

Then, I saw him at the bedside.

He looked so weak, as if he would disintegrate in the next second, impossible to hold on to.

I persistently asked, "Lin Qing, you're not sick, are you?"

Who knew, he just smiled faintly and said, "Late-stage cancer, I'm dying."

At that moment, I felt like a string in my brain had snapped.

The huge impact made it difficult for me to breathe, in my mind he was everywhere, the way he protected me when he first came to kindergarten, the gentle way he washed my hair for me, his careful explanation of the questions to me, the way he stood behind the swing and pushed me, the way he confessed to me under the gingko tree...

Damn, it's all him, my whole past is him, damn!

How could he leave me like this?

What have I done? By the time I came to my senses, the room had turned into a mess, I knelt and begged him, but I was dragged away by the security, watching him getting further and further away.

It was at this moment that I realized how ridiculous I had been before.