My nephew was diagnosed with leukemia, and my daughter was the only one in the family to successfully match.
To save the family's only bloodline, my father-in-law and mother-in-law forced my weak daughter to donate her bone marrow.
Later, my brother-in-law's son survived, but my daughter died on the operating table.
In despair, I held Wenwen's body and leaped from the 18th floor, only to return to three days before my nephew's leukemia diagnosis.
Living anew, I tricked them into thinking my daughter was the one with leukemia.
They feared I would ask my nephew to donate his bone marrow, and hurriedly pushed my husband and me to divorce.
Outside the civil affairs bureau, Chu Ping's family crowded together, celebrating their escape from me, the jinx.
Unaware, they had already received a text message confirming their precious grandson's leukemia diagnosis on their phones.