The smell of hospital disinfectant made me feel like I was about to die.

Until Zion George appeared, patted my shoulder, with a hint of sadness between his eyebrows, he asked.

"June, have you been taking your medicine properly recently?"

In the late stage of gastric cancer, there was no cure. Did it matter whether I took medicine or not?

I stared into space, lost in thought for a long time, "...How much time did I leave?"

"Doctor Zion, don't hide it. I have the right to know my condition."

He sighed and said hesitantly, "Only half a year."

"Got it," I smiled at him, "Doctor Zion, I have a favor to ask of you."

"I have signed a voluntary body donation form. After I die, your hospital can use me for experiments."

"In the end, just throw my ashes into the sea, free and happy."

My expression was calmer than ever before, and my smile was pale. "Don't hand me over to Dick Morris. I beg you."

On the way back, there were crowds of people and heavy traffic, and I suddenly remembered when I was eighteen years old.

When I broke up with Dick, I was so heartless that it almost cost him half his life.

"Let's break up. I've had enough of this. I don't want to continue."

"Love you? I was just joking to kill time, you didn't take it seriously, did you?"

"That's ridiculous! If I lied to you, I'd get hit by a car and die when I go out!"

The boy looked exhausted. He knelt on one knee, put his arms around my waist, looked up at me with tears in his eyes.

"Ju, please, don't leave me."

"Give me a little more time, and I can give you everything you want."

I gritted my teeth and yelled, pulling off my backpack and throwing it at him. "See this bag? It's a limited edition worldwide."

"People like you can't buy it even if you work hard all your life!"

I patted his face with a sneer, my hands covered with tears, and made the final judgment.

"The one who is truly worthy of me is Zion George, who is of the same social status as me, not you. Do you understand?"

The boy's usually straight back bent for the first time. He wiped his tears, straightened up, and spoke to me viciously.

"June Smith, don't regret it."

"Don't ever appear in front of me again!"

"Otherwise, I will kill you!"

People would eventually be troubled for their entire lives by things that they could not obtain when they were young, but God always made dramas, I still returned to meet Dick.

Being imprisoned in a fancy cage by him was a life worse than death.

When I came back, there was a pair of high heels that didn't belong to me at the entrance.

At the dinner table, Wen Ella was acting coquettishly, begging Dick to feed her soup personally.

Dick, who had always been a germaphobe, actually spoiled her and peeled a small bowl of shrimps himself, with doting in his eyes.

The girl's young and childish face could not hide her arrogance and pride.

I didn't react at all. I walked past them woodenly and went upstairs with a silent look on my face.

Not long after, Wen Ella knocked on the study door and put on a fake smile.

She smiled and came closer to me. Her face looked harmless, but her tone was extremely cruel. "They all said that I look a lot like you when you were young. I am your young version."

"But I don't care. I only care about when Brother Dick can fall in love with me wholeheartedly and forget about you, a cold-blooded old woman."

"After all, I am young, beautiful and have a plenty of time to wait his love, but you——"

Wen Ella paused, her eyes flashing with cunning and disgust that were not in line with her age.

"Your cheeks are sunken and your face is completely bloodless. You look like a female ghost!"

"Oh, and your old mother, who is mentally ill and bites everyone she sees, is much tougher than a soft persimmon like you."

"When I left, I specially arranged for someone to take good care of her..."

Before she finished her words, I raised my hand and slapped her hard, then spoke in a cold voice.

"Just try saying it again!"

Ella's right cheek swelled up instantly. When she came to her senses, she screamed loudly and started fighting with me.

"June Smith, Are you crazy? If you are so, get out and get treated—"

Dick suddenly grabbed my wrist and threw me to the ground, then he took Ella into his arms and comforted her.

I was shaking all over, my heart was filled with so much pain that I couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Dick, why did you bully me too?

My anger reached its peak. I rushed into the kitchen with red eyes, picked up the fruit knife on the table and stuffed it into his hand. The blade was sharp.

There, right in front of my heart.

"Don't you want to kill me? Come on, stab me here!"

"It's better than imprisoning me endlessly and torturing me to a point where my life is worse than death!"

Dick's eyes were frighteningly gloomy. He pushed me away and the fruit knife fell to the ground with a clang.

"If you want to die, go out and get hit by a car, don't dirty my hands."

The moment I was pushed away, my hair was disheveled and my whole body felt weak. I bumped into the bookshelf and cabinet, and my bones and tendons ached.

My stomach churned, my throat itched, a fishy-sweet taste surged up, and something suddenly gushed out.

It was a stream of blood, one after another, and it couldn't be stopped.

Ella was frightened and jumped three meters away automatically without me having to urge her.

After a long time, Dick's face lost all color and he was stunned, shocked and unbelievable.

Suddenly he was like he had lost his soul.

The next second, he rushed over and hugged me, mumbling with trembling lips, "Ju, what's wrong with you?"

"Do not scare me..."