"Sister, I don't want to die."
"If I can't find a suitable heart this time, I will die soon." Mu Qiu, 30 years old, is still young and beautiful, like a romantic girl, even though she has given birth to a child.
These words coming out of her mouth made her look fragile and weak.
Standing beside Mu Qiu's bed was a tall woman with voluptuous curves. If Mu Qiu was a delicate and tranquil lily, then this woman was a truly beautiful and elegant woman. Her eyebrows were like stars and her eyes were captivating. Just standing there, she exuded elegance and grace.
Song Ci looked at Mu Qiu, who was two years younger than her. Thinking that this innocent and lovely sister was about to die, Song Ci felt a sense of pity in her heart.
"Qiu Qiu, don't lose heart. We'll definitely find a suitable heart donor." Song Ci's words of comfort seemed feeble. Mu Qiu had rare panda blood, and the chances of finding a suitable heart donor in the short term were slim to none.
Mu Qiu did not respond to Song Ci's comfort, but just stared at Song Ci's beautiful face, which made her jealous after looking at it for many years.
Song Ci is the adopted daughter of the Mu family. She is two years older than Mu Qiu.
When she was fourteen, an earthquake took away Song Ci's parents. Her sister Song Fei also fell into a coma due to serious injuries and became a vegetable.
Fortunately, Mu Qiu's father, Mu Mian, was a volunteer at the earthquake site. He was kindhearted and adopted Song Ci as his daughter, even covering Song Fei's medical expenses. Over the years, the Mu family sheltered Song Ci from the elements and nurtured her with care, until the graceful young woman finally grew up to be a wealthy and beautiful woman.
Unfortunately, 10 years ago, a fire broke out in the sanatorium and Song Ci's sister Song Fei died in the flames.
Having lived in the Mu family for so many years, the Mu Mian couple treated Song Ci as their own child. Everything Mu Qiu had, Song Ci also had a share. The Mu family had raised Song Ci in such a way that Song Ci could never repay them in her lifetime.
Song Ci, mindful of the Mu family's kindness to her, pondered how to comfort Mu Qiu, when a mysterious laugh echoed from the ward. Hearing it, Song Ci looked toward Mu Qiu in surprise.
What is she laughing at?
Mu Qiu's laughter was short. She put away her smile and lowered her eyes. "As for the suitable heart, there is indeed one."
Song Ci was very surprised, her voice becoming excited, "Did you really find it?" Grasping Mu Qiu's hand, Song Ci asked her, "Where did you find it? When can I have the surgery?"
Mu Qiu pulled her right hand out of Song Ci's palm and gently pressed her fingertips on Song Ci's chest.
Song Ci looked down at Mu Qiu's beautiful hand. It was like jade, slender and long, and it was obvious that she had lived a life of luxury. "What's wrong?" she asked Mu Qiu.
Mu Qiu looked up at Song Ci with a strange smile on his face.
Looking at the strange smile on Mu Qiu's face, Song Ci's heart skipped a beat. Her open lips slowly closed, tightening into a serious expression. "Qiu Qiu..." Song Ci's throat tightened, and her voice became dry. "What do you want to say?"
The strange smile on Mu Qiu's face grew bigger and bigger, "Sister, where do you think that heart is?" While asking, Mu Qiu's gaze drifted to Song Ci's chest.
Beneath that proud chest, a lively and vital heart beats with a surging rhythm.
Noticing Mu Qiu's treacherous look, Song Ci immediately understood what he meant. She and Song Fei both had panda blood! Could it be that Mu Qiu wanted her heart?
This guess made the blood drain from Song Ci's face in an instant.
"Sister, can you give me your heart?" Mu Qiu's voice was still pleasant, but it made Song Ci feel creepy.
The delicate hands that Mu Qiu placed on Song Ci's chest were like five cold and slippery poisonous snakes, freezing Song Ci's limbs and bones.
Song Ci slammed the hand off her chest and took two steps back in panic. Standing at the end of the bed, she stared at Mu Qiu in disbelief, as if she were looking at a stranger.
Time has been kind to Mu Qiu, and she remains beautiful and graceful, like a delicate lily. Even though she just asked a living person for a healthy heart, she still looks like an angel, clean and innocent.
This is a devil!
Song Ci was frightened by Mu Qiu's appearance.
"You want my heart?" Song Ci questioned Mu Qiu in a trembling voice: "If I give you my heart, I will die, do you know? Mu Qiu, how can you be so selfish?"
Hearing Song Ci's words of condemnation, Mu Qiu's eyes showed surprise. She looked at Song Ci for several seconds, and said as a matter of course: "You were raised by my Mu family. Shouldn't you give me your heart?"
Song Ci was dumbfounded.
She was about to retort when she heard Mu Qiu say, "Why do you think my father adopted you? Do you really think my father is a philanthropist who wants to do good things?" Mu Qiu's smile was still bright and innocent. She said, "You sisters are just heart donors that my father raised for me!"
Song Ci's ears were buzzing.
She couldn't believe it was true!
"This is impossible!" Song Ci thought Mu Qiu was lying to her. She wanted to deny it, but a voice in her heart told her:
This is true!
This is all true!
Seeing that Song Ci still couldn't see the truth even when she was about to die, Mu Qiu's face finally showed a different emotion, that was compassion.
"You never knew, did you?" Mu Qiu looked at Song Ci as if he were a pitiful little bug. "Sister, this heart beating inside me right now..." Admiring Song Ci's increasingly shocked expression, Mu Qiu softly said the last half of the sentence: "It's Song Fei's."
Song Ci's eyes suddenly widened!
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