Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
Her expression grew cold. She could smell a fragrance that could only belong to a woman’s perfume emanating from his body
“I’m here, how are you doing lately?” Hao Yansen stood by bedside while staring at her, his tone muted and cold, as though speaking to a familiar stranger.
Mo Yun returned his stare with a calm and emotionless gaze, “I’m feeling fine, considering my days are growing more and more numbered.”
Hao Yansen’s nostrils flared slightly and he slowly took a seat on her bedside, but his features softened into a slight smile, “Let me tell you a piece of good news. A heart transplant for you has finally been found. The doctors are all ecstatic, saying that it’s a miracle. They will try to arrange surgery for you as soon as possible, so you won’t have to….”
“There’s no need.” Mo Yun abruptly cut him off mid-sentence. Her tone was flat, “I won’t get a transplant. I have no interest in living even one more day. Besides, even if the transplant succeeds, my life will only be prolonged by a few more years anyway.”
Mo Yun understood her condition and everything it meant.
In the best of circumstances, a heart transplant would only extend a person’s lifespan by a few years. Her body, eroded by the constant use of drugs, wouldn’t last that long.
As she no longer saw any value in living, a transplant was merely an empty and futile gesture.
Mo Yun’s words were firm and resolute. They did not contain a hint of indignance towards her fate. She genuinely did not want to live anymore.
Living is just a form of torture for her and only death can bring her release.
Hearing her words, Hao Yansen was momentarily stunned into silence.
After a long while, he then asked with a heavy tone: “Don’t you want to have a genuine opportunity to live a painless life for once? A life that belongs to you, and only you?”
His unexpected words were like sparks, stirring the dying embers of Mo Yan’s heart.
Her lifeless facade of someone resigned to death seemed to crack slightly….
“Mo Yun, in this world, you still have not lived the life you desired the most.” Hao Yansen’s voice continued quietly.
Mo Yun’s eyebrows furrowed slightly.
Indeed, in this lifetime, she still had not had a day when she was truly happy.
A day that belonged to her, a simple and innocent day without pain or anguish.
“So you must not ignore this opportunity.” Hao Yansen could not help but grasp her frail, skeletal hands, wrapping them delicately in his slender and powerful ones.
As though pricked by a needle, Mo Yan, who had been on the verge of passing out from exhaustion, abruptly came to her senses. Her once lifeless eyes flashed with a sudden, resolute glint.
“Let’s get divorced.”
Hao Yansen’s hands came to an abrupt halt in mid-air, his pitch-black eyes seemingly frozen in ice.
Mo Yun locked eyes with him, “I will live the life I want to lead, but it will just be me by myself.”
I will be alone, I don’t need anyone else in my life, not even you…
Hao Yansen came to a sudden realization about the meaning behind her words.
A complicated mix of emotions quickly flashed across his face. Mo Yun did not know if she interpreted correctly, but Hao Yansen seemed to look a little relieved.
Indeed, it seemed he could not wait to rid himself of her.
“Alright…..” Hao Yansen paused, his voice hoarse and low, “I respect your wishes.”
He proceeded to stand up and gazed at her silently for a few seconds, his eyes half-lidded, leaving behind only two words as he turned to leave.
“Take care.”
Mo Yun did not raise her head, not even after he left the ward.
Her face was blank of any emotion but Xiao Mo, who had been lying by her bedside the whole time, could only look at her in sorrow.
After Hao Yansen left, he did not appear ever again.
Mo Yun’s condition was rapidly deteriorating and the transplanted heart could not be preserved for long, so a transplant surgery had to be arranged as soon as possible.