Rain stings my face as I clutch Ranran’s hand, hurrying past the towering glass facade of Huaxia General. My chest hums—the artificial heart syncing unevenly with the storm’s rhythm. Then I see him: Lin Hao, sharp-suited and flawless, stepping out of a black limo with her—Zhou Qian, all smiles and venom.\n\nMy breath hitches. Six years. Six years of silence, of injections, of counting every yuan for Ranran’s therapy. And now he’s here, alive, radiant… because of me.\n\n‘Well, well,’ Zhou Qian says, spotting us. ‘Look who’s still playing the poor widow.’ Lin Hao’s eyes narrow, cold and unrecognizing. ‘That woman,’ he says, ‘sold her soul for cash. Don’t let her near the donation event.’\n\nRanran tugs my sleeve, signing: Why does the man look like you? My throat closes. I have to leave. But if I run now, I let them win. If I stay… I risk everything.