Warmth and Love, Hidden in Memories

When the medical team came to persuade me to live for the ninety-ninth time, I still refused.

"Miss Bennett, leukemia isn't that serious. If you want, we can cure you."

Seeing my resolute appearance, they were puzzled.

"Isn't there anyone in this world who loves you or whom you love?"

Hearing this, I smiled.

"There is."

"It's just that now, the person I love is intimately entwined with someone else right in front of me, my mom thinks keeping me alive is a waste of money, and my dad has already prepared a coffin for me..."

For a moment, they fell silent.

After a while, they said I was foolish.

But I replied, "Because I'm guilty, I've let everyone down."

To atone, I made a will, leaving my assets to them.

I thought they would be overjoyed after my death.

But I never expected that when they learned of my death, they would go mad with remorse, begging for my return.