Chapter 2 Let's Get a Divorce

Because she still smelled a scent of women's perfume on him…

"I'm here. How have you been lately?" Hao Yansen stood by the bed, his gaze lowering to fix on her, he began in a deep and muted voice, as if speaking to the most familiar stranger.

Mo Jun also lifted her gaze, looking at him with eyes calm and devoid of emotion, "I'm doing well, and the days are finally becoming fewer."

Hao Yansen's dark pupils flickered for a moment before he slowly took a seat on the bed's edge, coaxing a smile and saying, "I have some good news: we've finally found a heart suitable for transplant. The doctors are all very excited, calling it a miracle. They will arrange the surgery as soon as possible, so you won't..."

"No need." Mo Jun abruptly cut him off with resolve, her tone devoid of any fluctuation, "I won't go through with the transplant. Let's leave it at that, I have no interest in living even one more day. Besides, even after a transplant, it would just be a few more years of gasping for air."

She knew her own body best.

A regular person might not live many years after a heart transplant, let alone her body, which had been eroded by poison.

Thus, a heart transplant was superfluous for her; she had no attachment to this world.

Mo Jun's words were very firm, without the slightest hint of petulance; she truly did not wish to live any longer.

Being alive was torture for her; death was the release.

Hao Yansen was momentarily left speechless by her response.

After a long while, he finally spoke in a heavy tone, "Don't you want to experience, just once, a life that is truly yours, devoid of any pain and resentment, purely your own?"

His sudden question was like a spark that streaked through the depths of Mo Jun's heart.

Mo Jun's eyes, previously dark and lifeless, seemed to develop a crack...

"Mo Jun, you haven't yet lived the life you wanted in this lifetime," Hao Yansen's voice continued to resound in a low pitch.

Mo Jun's eyelashes quivered slightly.

Yes, she had not lived a single truly happy day in her life.

She had never lived a day that was purely and solely her own...

"So you can't lose this opportunity," Hao Yansen's strong, slender hands couldn't help but grasp her skeletal hands. Mo Jun suddenly recoiled as if stung by a needle, determination flashing in the depths of her dim eyes.

"Let's get a divorce," she suddenly said.

Hao Yansen's hands stiffened in midair and his dark eyes seemed to freeze.

Mo Jun looked at him dispassionately, without any explanation, "I will live the life I want, but alone."

Alone, my life will no longer need anyone, including you...

Hao Yansen suddenly understood what she meant.

A complex light quickly passed through his eyes, and whether it was Mo Jun's misconception or not, he seemed somewhat relieved.

As expected, he had longed to be rid of her...

"Okay..." Hao Yansen did not ask anything further, his voice slightly hoarse as he spoke, "I respect your wishes."

Then he stood up, his gaze dead as he stared at her for a few seconds before leaving with just two words.

"Take care," he said.

Mo Jun did not look up. She didn't look up even after he left.

Her face was void of any emotion, yet Xiaomo, who had been quietly lying at the bedside, gazed at her with great sadness…

…

After Hao Yansen left, he never appeared again.

Because Mo Jun's body couldn't take it anymore, and the heart needed to be transplanted within a very short window of time, the surgery had to be arranged quickly.