chapter 24

After that day, the Lu Family Members stopped pretending to repent in front of me.

Instead, they took turns kneeling at Gu Lin’s doorstep day after day, begging me to come home.

I pretended not to see them.

I happily continued with my chemotherapy,

and dragged Gu Lin along to do all the things I never had the chance to do before.

Gu Lin called this the “Grave-Side Flower Plan.”

But the plan didn’t last long.

After just over two months, it came to a halt because all my hair had fallen out.

I could clearly feel that after each round of chemotherapy,

my strength and vitality were drained a little more.

“Gu Lin, you don’t seem all that sad.”

During my third hospitalization for chemotherapy, I lay in bed, shaking my head.

I played with the reflection from my bald head, letting the light dance across his face:

“None of my chemotherapy results have been very good.”

Gu Lin peeled an apple for me, still smiling gently:

“Because we’ve fought for a home, and we’ve fought for a grave. Whether you live or die, I’ll be right there with you.”

“So, it doesn’t matter what the results are.”

I lowered my eyes, tugging at the rabbit plush’s ear, lips pursed:

“You’d better mean it.”

On the glass window of the doorframe, a face flickered faintly.

I looked up, and someone quickly hid.

I didn’t see their face clearly, but I knew who it was.

Because the muffled sobbing was just too much and too noisy.

“Tell them to get lost. If they want to cry, at least don’t let me hear it.”

“Annoying.”

Gu Lin nodded, but didn’t get up right away.

He glanced at the doorway, his voice slightly raised:

“Lu Jiajia seems to be moving out of the Lu Family.”

“Your Third Brother, I heard, has developed a serious tendency for self-harm.”

“When I saw him yesterday, his wrists were covered in cuts. He won’t die from it, but it looks painful.”

“Your Second Brother hasn’t come by again. I hear he’s been frantically researching Stomach Cancer treatment options every day.”

“Your parents…”

“I don’t want to know, Gu Lin,” I said quietly. “I don’t know what it would take for things to be even between us.”

“All I know is, I’m not the least bit curious about their fate.”

“If they suffer, I won’t be happy, because nothing can erase my pain.”

“If they try to make amends, I don’t need it either.”

“Because I don’t believe this family will feel guilty forever.”

“Unless they die.”