Summary
On my wedding day, I received my ex’s organ donation confirmation.
Half an hour before the wedding ceremony began, I received a call from City First Hospital. The doctor told me that the corneal donor I had been waiting for for three years had been found. The donor was Meng Mingche-the man I loved seven years ago, and the man who pushed me away with his own hands three years ago. But there was another sentence at the end of that confirmation: the donation procedure taking effect meant that he had already passed away.