Summary
I never told Lin Huaixu about my decision to jump off the bridge.
First, the doctor told me my illness was likely terminal. Second, I knew he didn’t actually love me.
So that day, I said goodbye to him just like any other day. The man leaning against the doorframe watched me lazily.
“Goodbye, Lin Huaixu,” I said.
He simply raised an eyebrow.
And just like that, I left his world forever.