Han Wei's words were an act, but they also came from the heart.
He really was so tired.
If not for his sense of responsibility...
Sometimes, when he thought about it, he really might as well jump to his death and be done with it.
This kind of love, these family bonds...
They were truly agonizing.
He could clearly feel their "love," yet felt no "happiness" whatsoever.
However...
Han Wei's words made both arguing women's expressions change dramatically.
Gu Yan snapped, "Han Wei, what are you talking about? What do you mean, you only have a year left?"
Han Wei slapped down his medical records. "See for yourselves. I have one year left. But if you think that's still too long and want me to die sooner, keep arguing every day. Maybe then you can send me on my way in three months."
"..."
"..."
Han's Mother snatched them up. After just a few glances, she sank to the floor, her eyes vacant.
"Impossible, impossible. This isn't real..."
Gu Yan forgot all about arguing too. She grabbed the records and read them, then her knees buckled and she landed on the floor.
"Honey, why? How could you have late-stage cancer when you were perfectly fine?"
Han Wei sneered. "Who else do I have to thank but you two? You argue every single day, and it's been making me feel awful."
"But I thought I felt sick because of your arguing, so I never went to the hospital for a checkup."
"My stomach felt especially bad today, so I went to the hospital."
"And then they found this thing."
"Late-stage cancer. There's no saving me. I'm not planning to waste money on treatment either."
"So I'm asking you now: can we live peacefully for the next year?"
"That's my only request.