In a Familiar Place, I No Longer Yearn For Old Acquaintances

Taking my five-year-old daughter to the hospital, I unexpectedly ran into my first love.

He stared at our tattered appearance, dumbfounded for a long while.

With trembling hands, he pulled out all his savings and proposed to me.

"When we broke up, why didn't you tell me you were already pregnant?"

"I had no idea you and your daughter were living such a hard life."

"Harmony, let's get back together. Let me make up for all the suffering you've endured these years."

A chorus of cheers erupted around us.

Everyone was hoping for us to mend our broken relationship and reunite.

Because everyone close to Nolan knew.

He had a pure love, tattooed on his heart, that he could never forget.

But what they didn't know was.

I wasn't his pure love.

Seven years ago, Nolan took the kidney my mom had donated to me and transplanted it to his pure love without my consent.

Afterward, to silence me, he falsely accused me of practicing medicine illegally, causing me to be blacklisted from the entire industry.

My mom passed away with resentment, while I fled to a distant place, carrying a tarnished reputation.

Now, upon this reunion, everyone around Nolan was telling me.

"Miss Everhart, please accept his proposal.""Dr. Stratton is absolutely head over heels for you. Not only is his desktop wallpaper filled with photos of you two from back in the day, he even has your name tattooed on his chest."