Wen Ze shuddered as if struck by lightning, staring in shock at Wen He, whose smile was as warm as the sun.

After being stunned for a long time, Wen Ze could no longer suppress his inner breakdown.

"No... I don't want you to die... Brother... I don't want you to die..."

"Can lung cancer be transplanted?... Brother, I'll give you my lung... You can't die... You have to live..."

“You’ve suffered too much in your life… You can’t die like this… I don’t agree…”

"Brother...don't die...don't die..."

The thought of the miserable days Wen He had spent at home made Wen Ze's heart ache terribly.

In particular, he used to look down on Wen He and mock her for being sickly.

But Wen He had never been angry with him; she had always been gentle and mild-mannered.

Heartbroken, Wen Ze felt that fate had been far too unfair.

If possible.

He was willing to exchange lungs with Wen He, and he was willing to bear Wen He's pain.

All for the sake of ensuring that my dearest brother, the best brother in the world, can be healthy and happy in the days to come.

“My cancer cells have spread throughout my body, making a transplant impossible.”

"Even if I could, I wouldn't want you, after all, you're my brother."

"Don't worry, don't be sad. No matter what happened before, I am happy right now."

"I feel lucky to have you all by my side during the last period of my life."

"I've made up my mind. I'm going to Shanghai to find the most advanced medical technology and see if it can extend my lifespan to some extent."