I left that suffocating place with just a few belongings.
As soon as I stepped outside, I spat out the blood that had been choking me for so long, and a dull pain rose in my chest.
A troubling thought crept into my mind—I might really not have long to live.
I headed back to the hospital, and sure enough, the test results confirmed my fears—my organs were ruptured.
The doctor's face was grave as he lamented, "If you had come in sooner, there might have been hope. Now, you have at most less than a month."
'It didn't matter. A month is enough.'
After all, there was nothing in this world that I felt attached to anymore.
I gathered my luggage and rented a small courtyard with the little cash I had left.
The time for our agreed divorce had come.
Victoria arrived late, her face pale.
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