Thalia Rourke

The day I received the cancer diagnosis report was the Qixi Festival.
To avoid worrying my husband and son, I lied about working overtime and went out alone to relax.
However, I ended up seeing my husband and his first love holding hands with my son, looking like a family.
The man I stayed with in the basement sneered, "Song Wanwan, you've been in Su Xiaoyue's place for so many years, it's time to give it back."
The boy I lulled to sleep countless nights stood in front of the mistress:
"Aunt Xiaoyue is gentle and cooks well; I want her to be my mom."
They all wished me dead.
And I was indeed nearing death.
But why, when I was dying, did these people rush to my bedside, kneeling and begging me not to leave!
Moreover, surprisingly to everyone, my husband's pure first love, turned out to have such a complicated past.

After Song Wanwan's Betrayal, Husband and Son Beg Her Not to Die on Qixi

Gu Ze's disturbance in the ward attracted quite a bit of attention.


When the nurse came to clean up the mess later, she looked at me with eyes full of sympathy.


The doctor tactfully suggested that having breast cancer like me is related to emotional distress.


But seeing my ashen face, the doctor couldn't continue speaking.


Luckily, no one will ever call my family again.


I calmly faced the latest developments in my condition, signing one consent form after another, as well as critical condition notices.


The cold needle pierced my body, causing me to shiver in pain.


As my condition worsened, even the painkillers stopped working.


The remaining time is just enduring each day.


The doctor gently asked if I wanted to go home.


Some people want to return to their roots, unwilling to die in a cold, pale hospital.


Chapter 7