"Enna, I saw how well you took care of Oliver all these years. You're the only one I would consider my daughter-in-law. I'm begging you, please talk sense into him. These days, he's been going to drag races as well as drinking alcohol. How can his heart take this…"As Sharon spoke, tears spilled down her cheeks. She continued, "Even if he doesn't say it, he's actually only doing these things to get your attention."With my emaciated hand, I hand her a tissue. "Sharon, you should be talking to Ivy instead of me. I've never been able to make Oliver listen."Sharon wiped her tears. She pulled me closer, and the words she said next shocked me. "That woman only knows how to make him mess around with her. She doesn't care about his health. Enna, I won't lie to you. At the time, the original owner of Oliver's heart hadn't completely lost their vital signs. Someone at the hospital had told me that the man had signed an organ donation pledge."My mind went black when I heard that. I looke
One time, when I was drunk, I'd wanted to ask Oliver to carry me. However, he just left me with the designated driver, disgusted.Sigh, memories could really hurt.After drinking a little with Bree, I was about to hail a cab home when I heard someone call my name."Sienna."I turned around, surprised to see that it was Oliver's primary doctor, Martin Knight.Before Oliver's condition had stabilized, I would seek Martin out from time to time. He'd always tease me for being more neurotic than Oliver.As soon as he saw me, he cut straight to the chase. "Sienna, what's going on with Oliver?"Then, he showed me his phone. Oliver's Instagram account showed up on the screen, and there was a photo of him and Ivy on a rollercoaster.I couldn't stop myself from clenching my fists. Subconsciously, worry began to spread through my heart."Oliver is throwing his life away. Sienna, you have to talk sense into him.""We've separated," I said, interrupting Martin. Before the latter could say
I'd been hospitalized for a while now.Today, while Bree was visiting, Oliver pushed the door open and interrupted us.I glared at him, annoyed.He quietly set down some chicken soup before leaving without a word.Gazing at his retreating back, Bree looked like she wanted to say something."What's the matter?" I asked her.After a pause, Bree finally spoke. "When I arrived, I saw him crouching outside your room, crying. The nurse told me that whenever you're asleep, he always comes in to see you, sobbing and smiling at the same time." However, what they didn't know was that I hadn't slept in a long time.The morphine wasn't working anymore. The agonizing pain made me wish I was dead.Every time I closed my eyes, the only thing that comforted me was the memories of the past.I didn't really understand why Bree was telling me this. Nonetheless, she just stared at me and said seriously, "I'm scared that you'll regret this."Shaking my head, I told her not to worry and asked he
I asked Oliver how much longer I had to live.He was quiet.I spread my hands helplessly. "Whatever. Whether it's one month or ten days, it doesn't matter."After all, I knew that I didn't have much longer. Oliver just stared at me, unable to stop his eyes from turning red.I stopped him. "What are you doing? I'm not dead yet, so why are you crying for me?"After a moment, Oliver forced himself to speak. "Enna, let's go to Slovegia."When I first started chemotherapy, I had pestered Oliver to take me to Slovegia, telling him that I didn't want to die in a hospital.But he had refused.Now, it seemed like I was really dying."Alright. I want to buy a good wig!" I'd already shaved my head bald.Like a school kid going on a school trip for the first time, I excitedly booked the hotel. Seeing my great mood, Oliver just went along with whatever I wanted.After getting off the plane, I was so exhausted that I couldn't speak.Oliver looked anxious. "Why don't we rest for a day a
I urged Oliver to get me some alcohol, and I also asked him for that ring.Oliver gazed at me, his eyes lighting up. I told him that I'd wait for him here in a coquettish tone that I rarely used.Worried, he wrapped me up in a coat. "I'll be right back."I watched him walk away for a while before standing up.He wouldn't be seeing me ever again.I walked to the beach alone. Images flashed through my mind, but those memories were only getting further and further away from me.It felt as if neither love nor hate existed anymore.At a distance, someone set off some fireworks. They bloomed in the night sky, bursting into twinkling specks of light. It reminded me of the vigor of life.But it hurt so badly.In a daze, I saw a halo of light appear in front of me. It gradually grew softer and softer."Look, Oli. The northern lights."I placed the ring on a rock and then dove into the arms of the sea.…Oliver's perspective.When Oliver quickly returned with the alcohol, he realiz
Looking at the medical report in my hand that marked the end of my life, I felt like God was playing a practical joke on me.That was because tonight was the night that Oliver Sansbury would propose to me.I grabbed the doctor's hand like I was grasping onto my lifeline, and then I asked him how much longer I had to live.He said to me, "Although your cancer is advanced, if you actively comply with the treatment plan, it's not completely hopeless…""Good, good. I can still take care of Oli's heart," I murmured, comforting myself.Even though I had called it a proposal, it hadn't been any sort of formal ceremony. It had just been a normal conversation between me and Oliver at home. "This is a gift from my mother. It's up to you to decide," Oliver said as he took out the ring.This guy really knew how to kill the mood!Just as I was about to accept, Oliver's phone rang. I vaguely caught sight of the name "Ivy Hummer".After hanging up, Oliver didn't even spare me a glance befor
I urged Oliver to get me some alcohol, and I also asked him for that ring.Oliver gazed at me, his eyes lighting up. I told him that I'd wait for him here in a coquettish tone that I rarely used.Worried, he wrapped me up in a coat. "I'll be right back."I watched him walk away for a while before standing up.He wouldn't be seeing me ever again.I walked to the beach alone. Images flashed through my mind, but those memories were only getting further and further away from me.It felt as if neither love nor hate existed anymore.At a distance, someone set off some fireworks. They bloomed in the night sky, bursting into twinkling specks of light. It reminded me of the vigor of life.But it hurt so badly.In a daze, I saw a halo of light appear in front of me. It gradually grew softer and softer."Look, Oli. The northern lights."I placed the ring on a rock and then dove into the arms of the sea.…Oliver's perspective.When Oliver quickly returned with the alcohol, he realiz
I asked Oliver how much longer I had to live.He was quiet.I spread my hands helplessly. "Whatever. Whether it's one month or ten days, it doesn't matter."After all, I knew that I didn't have much longer. Oliver just stared at me, unable to stop his eyes from turning red.I stopped him. "What are you doing? I'm not dead yet, so why are you crying for me?"After a moment, Oliver forced himself to speak. "Enna, let's go to Slovegia."When I first started chemotherapy, I had pestered Oliver to take me to Slovegia, telling him that I didn't want to die in a hospital.But he had refused.Now, it seemed like I was really dying."Alright. I want to buy a good wig!" I'd already shaved my head bald.Like a school kid going on a school trip for the first time, I excitedly booked the hotel. Seeing my great mood, Oliver just went along with whatever I wanted.After getting off the plane, I was so exhausted that I couldn't speak.Oliver looked anxious. "Why don't we rest for a day a
I'd been hospitalized for a while now.Today, while Bree was visiting, Oliver pushed the door open and interrupted us.I glared at him, annoyed.He quietly set down some chicken soup before leaving without a word.Gazing at his retreating back, Bree looked like she wanted to say something."What's the matter?" I asked her.After a pause, Bree finally spoke. "When I arrived, I saw him crouching outside your room, crying. The nurse told me that whenever you're asleep, he always comes in to see you, sobbing and smiling at the same time." However, what they didn't know was that I hadn't slept in a long time.The morphine wasn't working anymore. The agonizing pain made me wish I was dead.Every time I closed my eyes, the only thing that comforted me was the memories of the past.I didn't really understand why Bree was telling me this. Nonetheless, she just stared at me and said seriously, "I'm scared that you'll regret this."Shaking my head, I told her not to worry and asked he
One time, when I was drunk, I'd wanted to ask Oliver to carry me. However, he just left me with the designated driver, disgusted.Sigh, memories could really hurt.After drinking a little with Bree, I was about to hail a cab home when I heard someone call my name."Sienna."I turned around, surprised to see that it was Oliver's primary doctor, Martin Knight.Before Oliver's condition had stabilized, I would seek Martin out from time to time. He'd always tease me for being more neurotic than Oliver.As soon as he saw me, he cut straight to the chase. "Sienna, what's going on with Oliver?"Then, he showed me his phone. Oliver's Instagram account showed up on the screen, and there was a photo of him and Ivy on a rollercoaster.I couldn't stop myself from clenching my fists. Subconsciously, worry began to spread through my heart."Oliver is throwing his life away. Sienna, you have to talk sense into him.""We've separated," I said, interrupting Martin. Before the latter could say
"Enna, I saw how well you took care of Oliver all these years. You're the only one I would consider my daughter-in-law. I'm begging you, please talk sense into him. These days, he's been going to drag races as well as drinking alcohol. How can his heart take this…"As Sharon spoke, tears spilled down her cheeks. She continued, "Even if he doesn't say it, he's actually only doing these things to get your attention."With my emaciated hand, I hand her a tissue. "Sharon, you should be talking to Ivy instead of me. I've never been able to make Oliver listen."Sharon wiped her tears. She pulled me closer, and the words she said next shocked me. "That woman only knows how to make him mess around with her. She doesn't care about his health. Enna, I won't lie to you. At the time, the original owner of Oliver's heart hadn't completely lost their vital signs. Someone at the hospital had told me that the man had signed an organ donation pledge."My mind went black when I heard that. I looke
After leaving the hospital, I stopped by a restaurant for a bite. I didn't have much of an appetite, but I just wanted to reminisce about this place. Someone sat down across from me. "As I thought, it was you."I looked up. That person was none other than Oliver."What were you doing at the hospital?"I gazed at him, as though hoping to find a sliver of concern for me in his eyes.Unfortunately, there wasn't any."I have a bit of a cold," I lied.Still on his high horse, Oliver said to me, "I really don't know how long you're going to keep up this attitude. If you come home today, I'll let everything that has happened slide."Instantly, I lost my appetite."Oliver, I had taken care of you so carefully for the past few years. I didn't even dare to raise my voice with you, afraid that something bad might happen to you," I said, getting choked up. "Yet, I still held onto the belief that my hands would warm up your heart sooner or later."However, I realized that I was wrong—bec
Looking at the medical report in my hand that marked the end of my life, I felt like God was playing a practical joke on me.That was because tonight was the night that Oliver Sansbury would propose to me.I grabbed the doctor's hand like I was grasping onto my lifeline, and then I asked him how much longer I had to live.He said to me, "Although your cancer is advanced, if you actively comply with the treatment plan, it's not completely hopeless…""Good, good. I can still take care of Oli's heart," I murmured, comforting myself.Even though I had called it a proposal, it hadn't been any sort of formal ceremony. It had just been a normal conversation between me and Oliver at home. "This is a gift from my mother. It's up to you to decide," Oliver said as he took out the ring.This guy really knew how to kill the mood!Just as I was about to accept, Oliver's phone rang. I vaguely caught sight of the name "Ivy Hummer".After hanging up, Oliver didn't even spare me a glance befor