Summary
The day I was diagnosed with stomach cancer, I sat outside the hospital in a daze for a long time, holding a pregnancy test strip.
My phone vibrated. It was my boyfriend of eight years, Jiang Chi.
“Lili, can we think a bit more about getting the marriage certificate?”
“Sure.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to marry you…”
As if he hadn’t expected me to agree so straightforwardly, Jiang Chi was stunned. He said he wouldn’t be coming home for dinner tonight, then hurriedly hung up.