The day I found out I had cancer.
He Wei frowned and said coldly to me, “Do you think anyone would be sad if you died? No one would feel bad about it.”
I said, “Whatever.”
Then I sincerely wished him, “I hope you’ll do as you say.”
After all, the year my brother died saving me, everyone looked at me and said:
“Why wasn’t it you who died?”
Later, I stood on the rooftop of the abandoned building where my brother passed away and jumped off.
But He Wei, why were you crying?