"God, I beg you, please find a heart donor quickly." He had never suffered so much in his life, and he knelt on the ground in despair.

He only had one precious daughter, just one! Why was God so cruel?

“I’ll go ask Xun Ting. She’s so kind, and I’m the mother who raised her! She’ll definitely help.” Xun’s mother wiped away her tears and stood up from the sofa.

With trembling hands, he picked up the phone on the table and called Xunting.

"I'll go ask the person in charge at the hospital," the father said, eager to get back to work.

It's not too late, it's not too late!

No matter how many times she called her mother, the call was never answered.

There was no progress in finding his father, and the doctor could only comfort him, saying that a person only has one heart, and it is not easy to find someone who is already dying to donate their heart.

When the clock struck eight o'clock in the evening, Xunmeng knew that she had no hope of survival.

"I want to see Xunting... one last time."

"Dad...Dad, bring her here right now." The father wiped away his tears. He knew there was nothing he could do and was terrified that his daughter wouldn't be able to open her eyes tomorrow.

"She's not answering the phone at all!" The mother had been calling since just now, but no one answered.

"Ha... She did it on purpose. We shouldn't have adopted her in the first place. If it weren't for us, she would have died on the side of the road long ago... She's ungrateful."

Xun Mengmeng's eyes were red and swollen, and she kept crying. She hadn't yet achieved the happiness she wanted in this life, and she hadn't even married her innocent brother yet...

Not yet the happiest woman in the world…

“Dad regrets it! Dad regrets it too! If it weren’t for her, Dad would have made an appointment for you in advance, maybe… maybe you wouldn’t be in this situation now.”

“I don’t want Xunmeng to have a good life. I don’t want you to treat her like your own daughter. You only have me as your precious daughter…” Xunmeng sobbed.

She didn't want to die, she really didn't, she wanted a miracle to happen... but now... she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand to wipe her tears.

"Call... Brother Qingbai..."

"Okay, okay."

The call was answered almost immediately by Lin Qingbai. The male voice was hoarse and indistinct, clearly having been woken up, and his tone was impatient. "Hello, what is it?"

"Brother Qingbai, I don't have a heart donor, I... I want to see you one last time."

"Didn't we meet during the day today?" Lin Qingbai's tone was a little impatient, probably because he learned today that the Xun family originally wanted to exchange Xun Ting's death for Xun Mengmeng's.

“Brother Qingbai…remember…it was Xunting who killed me, it was her! You must never be with her, never, and hate her for the rest of your life…”

"Mengmeng, what do you mean? You're telling Xunting to kill you just because she's unwilling to sacrifice herself? Why should a healthy person like her sacrifice herself to save you? I never imagined your true nature was like this, so vicious!"

Lin Qingbai, lying on the bed, felt a pang of regret. No wonder he was growing to hate Xun Ting more and more.

It was all because of Xun Mengmeng's whispers and her deliberate words... When we first talked about engagement, he didn't seem disgusted; at most, he was indifferent.

If he had been kinder to Xunting back then and hadn't laid a hand on her, she wouldn't have left so resolutely now.

Lin Qingbai closed his eyes in pain, no longer in the mood to listen to Xun Mengmeng, and hung up the phone directly.