Fate took everything from my past life, perhaps only for this life, to bestow upon me the best of you.
—Gu Weiwei.
"My body won't last more than a few years. If I miss this opportunity, I might die without ever receiving a Bombay heart. I don't want to die, I really don't want to die..."
"But she saved you..."
"Her heart transplant is the real way to save me, Mom. I don't want to die, I don't want to leave you..."
In the ICU bed, Gu Weiwei, who had been in a coma for two months after being attacked, finally heard a voice.
That voice was...
Ling Yan?
Ling Yan had congenital heart disease, but because of her rare Bombay blood type, she had been unable to find a suitable heart for transplant. Doctors predicted she wouldn't live past twenty-five.
And she, too, happened to have the Bombay blood type.
She had just said she wanted to transplant her heart?
She used all her strength to force herself to open her eyes.
She wasn't dead; she couldn't give her her heart.
Ji Fang suddenly saw the person on the bed open her eyes and turned deathly pale.
"...Weiwei."
Ling Yan turned sharply to look at the person lying on the bed upon hearing the voice, her face filled with terror.
When did she wake up?
How much of what she just said did she hear?
Gu Weiwei opened her mouth, wanting to speak, but her throat was so dry that she couldn't utter a sound.
Because of the several assassination attempts she had faced, the Gu family protected her very closely.
She rarely made friends on her own, and Ling Yan was the only one.
Because she was born sickly, as her best friend, she always tried her best to fulfill all her wishes so that she could live a life without regrets.
Now... now she actually wanted to kill her and transplant her heart?
Seeing her like this, the fear in Ling Yan's eyes gradually faded, and
a chilling smile slowly bloomed on her pale, sickly face as she snatched the syringe from Ji Fang's hand.
"Weiwei, didn't you say that we were best friends, that you would help me fulfill any wish I had? I want to live, please help me, give me your heart."
"Yan Yan..." Ji Fang tugged at her daughter, trying to persuade her to give up.
"Mom, we have no way out."
Ling Yan interrupted Ji Fang, injecting the medication into Gu Weiwei's arm artery. "Gu Siting knows she'll wake up and won't donate her heart to me."
Only if she dies can she live, only then can she be with Gu Siting.
Driven by a strong will to live, Gu Weiwei struggled to save herself.
However, after two months in a coma, her body was so weak that she was completely at their mercy.
She looked at Ling Yan, whose eyes, usually so delicate they seemed like they could be blown away by a gust of wind, were now filled with a ferocious murderous intent as she used the syringe to inject the medication into Gu
Weiwei's arm. Her weak body felt her eyelids grow heavier and heavier. Before her eyes closed, she vaguely saw the door to the ward open, and a handsome, refined man in protective gear walked in.
A familiar figure walked in.
Gu Siting!
Gu Siting, save me!
Knowing that Gu Siting had arrived, a glimmer of hope ignited in Gu Weiwei's heart, and she forced herself to stay conscious.
She heard Gu Siting asking.
"How is she? Is she still not awake?"
Ling Yan, leaning over the bedside, held her hand, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Still not awake. Mom and the doctors at the hospital are consulting... or maybe they just don't have time."
Gu Siting stood by the bedside for a long time before finally saying,
"Arrange the surgery, remove it."
With those words, Gu Weiwei's last hope for survival vanished.
Her consciousness grew increasingly blurred, finally plunging into endless darkness...