Chapter 11

Hospital life after being admitted was dull, with sighs being the most frequent sound I heard.

My mother's sighs, Jasper's sighs, Uncle Shaw's sighs.

Although they all tried their best to restrain themselves, maintaining a relaxed smile in front of me as much as possible.

But facing death, who can be that composed?

Even I couldn't.

I often felt that God was playing tricks on me.

How could He give me hope and then take it away?

But I was still grateful, grateful that He gave me the chance to see Nash.

I increasingly felt that this heart no longer wanted to keep beating.

The frequency of my emergency rescues increased.

My mother repeatedly cried, begging God to give me more time, and Jasper started tearing up at the slightest provocation.

This time, my heart stopped beating again.

I felt death waving at me.

Suddenly, I was terrified.

I had always told myself to leave this world gracefully, all I had experienced over these years should have taught me to let go.