Summary
Late-stage cancer. The doctor told me not to leave any regrets.
I thought of my ex-husband whom I hadn’t seen in ten years and started calling him like crazy.
“I’m dying. Can you come see me one last time?”
But the person on the other end of the line was unmoved.
I couldn’t help but choke up and beg him:
“Can you stay with me… just for three days… I’m begging you…”
“Please… Xu Zhinian… say something…”
“Say something!!”
The call was disconnected.
I sat in despair until dawn.
A sudden downpour. The doorbell rang.