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Coco Xili's Farewell
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Hospital.
I held my phone, my fingertips turning pale from the pressure.
On the screen was a photo of me and Chuming.
In the picture, he looked gentle, his eyes filled with affection, and the corners of his lips curved up slightly, holding a faint smile.
That was the first time I saw him smile.
But today, he didn't accompany me to the hospital.
Because Shen Rou said she was feeling unwell, he went with her for a check-up.
I also received my test results.
Advanced Bone Cancer.
The doctor said that without treatment, I could only live for three months.
I trembled as I dialed Chuming's number.
After just two rings, he hung up.
He must have been disturbed by my call during his date with Shen Rou.
I buried my face in my palms, hot tears streaming down my cheeks, soaking a whole area.
The corridor was filled with the smell of disinfectant.
I curled up on the bench, crying uncontrollably.
Evening.
I stared at the clock on the wall, the minute hand going around and around.
Finally, I heard the sound of the door lock.
Chuming walked in reeking of alcohol and glanced at me lightly: "Why are you still awake so late?"
I sat up, my tone calm: "Where have you been?"
"I had plans with friends."
He took off his coat, tugged at his tie, looking exhausted.
"Is it Shen Rou?" I asked.
He paused, looking down at me, "What does it have to do with her?"
"Chuming, I have Bone Cancer."
I thought I would calmly tell him the news of my impending death.
But the moment I spoke, my voice trembled uncontrollably.
Since he could stand me up for Shen Rou, he probably wouldn't care about my life or death, right?
Yet, I still humbly hoped for his company in my final moments.
I looked up at him, but he turned his face away, avoiding my gaze: "Yang Juan, let's get a divorce."
Saying this, he pulled out the divorce agreement from his briefcase and threw it in front of me.
I picked up the agreement and smiled.
So, he came home late at night just to give me this?
I took a pen and swiftly signed my name.
Chuming watched my clean and decisive action, scoffing coldly, "Haven't you liked me for many years? You're signing just like that?"
"Yeah, not anymore." I put down the pen and stood up, "I'm moving out tonight and won't disturb you anymore."
I dragged my heavy legs toward the guest room.
Chuming grabbed my wrist: "Why not wait until tomorrow?"
"No need." I broke free from his grip, "I'm leaving tonight."
Chuming's expression darkened a bit, his thin lips pressed into a cold line: "Are you that eager to leave?"
"Yes."
"Have you fallen for someone else?"
His question stunned me for a moment.
I looked at him and calmly retorted, "What does it have to do with you?"
"Of course it doesn't."
He scoffed, released my hand, and turned to enter the bedroom.
The moment the door closed, I collapsed onto the floor.
Leaning against the cold wall, I curled up and hugged myself tightly, yet I still couldn't suppress my shivering.
There were painkillers in the guest room; I took two, but the pain still pierced through me.
I tossed and turned on the bed all night, and when dawn broke, I dragged my suitcase downstairs.
As I opened the door, I found Chuming standing at the entrance, his eyes bloodshot and his jaw bruised.
It was clear he hadn't slept all night.
I ignored him and dragged my suitcase outside.
He grabbed hold of my suitcase, his tone stiff: "I'll take you."
"No need," I refused again.
He shot me a cold glance and picked up my suitcase, walking outside.
With a helpless sigh, I had no choice but to follow him.
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