I was in so much pain and so scared.

I stayed in Boston for a week.

The medicine was no longer effective, so I had to go back to Alabama to see a doctor.

After coming out of the hospital, I felt extremely calm.

Maybe because no one in this world cared about me, so I felt like it didn't matter if I died.

I even wondered how long I would live.

The doctor said that the medicine he prescribed wouldn't last long, so I might need to rest at home.

Then I would visit another place.

After the trip, I would quietly wait to die at home.

My flight would leave at 6 o'clock in the evening.

After I finished lunch, Nathan, who hadn't contacted me for half a month, called me.

After hesitating for a moment, I still answered the call.

He asked me to meet up. Thinking that this might be our last meeting, I decided to go.

His cheeks were hollow and there were dark circles under his eyes. His handsome face was still charming, but he wasn't as lively as before.

He handed a check to me.

"Here is 10 million dollars. Thank you for taking care of me for the past three years."

My strong attachment to him suddenly subsided. When I looked down, he pulled his hand back.

I looked at him calmly.

Actually, I should be angry.

But I was about to die. I was facing a life-and-death situation here. So, those grievances became less important.

All I thought about was how good he was to me.

So I couldn't help but think for him.

I pushed the check back and said, "No need."

I'm afraid you will regret treating me like this, and you will be sad.

I tried to force a smile and pretended to be relaxed. "Let's just say we've been dating for three years and broke up because it didn't work out. I'm quite happy being with you even though I've given you everything. If I accept this money, everything that happened before will become worthless. Besides, you know I don't need that much money."

Nathan said hoarsely, "You can buy a bigger house and live with your future husband. If you don't accept the money, I always feel like I owe you something."

"I see." I tilted my head back, put the check in my bag, and smiled, "Well, now we don't owe each other anything."

I accepted the money, but he didn't seem relieved.

I stood up with my bag and tried to leave a brilliant smile in his memory. "I'm leaving, Nathan. No, wait." I emphasized each word. "Nathan Garcia, I wish you a happy marriage. You get to be happy. Goodbye."

Nathan looked at me with gloomy eyes and moved his lips, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

I considerately asked him, "Is there anything else you want to say to me?"

He lowered his head, his bangs blocking his view. His lips parted as he said, "You too, be happy."

I smiled and said, "I will."