When there were only eight days left, I could clearly feel my life force draining away.

　　Strength gradually detached from my body.

　　Coughing became frequent, and I started coughing up blood.

　　I hid all of this well.

　　Zhou Yun's mind is not on me at all.

　　He comes and goes early in the morning and returns late at night.

　　Although we live under the same roof, we haven't seen each other for a long time.

　　Sometimes I wonder, if he knew that my time is running out, would he abandon me like this? Although I'm curious, I don't want to tell him.

　　I have concentrated my savings and made arrangements.

　　My parents passed away a few years ago due to an accident.

　　The only people left around me are Zhou Yun and my best friend, Ye Ling.

　　I go to the bank to close my account.

　　The staff try to persuade me, saying, "You can keep it for now.

　　Opening another account in the future will require a lot of proof, which might be inconvenient." "I don't need it anymore." "But you still need one more proof, and it's already closing time.

　　Even if you bring it now, we won't be able to process it today.

　　Come back tomorrow." Thinking about my remaining time, I pleaded, "Can you wait for me for another half an hour? I might not be able to come again in the future." She looked at my frail face, hesitant to speak.

　　I smiled gently at her and said, "Yes, I don't have much time left.

　　So please, I'm troubling you." As I walked out of the bank's entrance, I faintly heard soft sobbing behind me.

　　It seems that she is a kind-hearted and sympathetic girl.

　　It turns out that strangers can feel sorry for me.

　　I silently apologized in my heart.

　　After returning home, I looked at the almost empty and tidy house.

　　In two more days, everything related to me will be cleared out.

　　Today, Zhou Yun is unusually on an early shift.

　　He finally noticed something was wrong and asked, "Why are there so many things missing from home?" "I wanted to get new ones." I casually made up an excuse.

　　He didn't say anything, just threw a card at me and said, "Indeed, you should get new ones.

　　Use this card to buy whatever you want." Suddenly, I said, "Can you accompany me to go shopping?" "I'm busy with work." He didn't even give me an extra glance.

　　But I sensed the displeasure in his tone.

　　It seems like he is complaining about why I am so ignorant.

　　If he could just look up and see me, perhaps he would see the sorrow in my eyes about to overflow.

　　I held back my tears and took a deep breath, saying, "Well, I understand.

　　I'll go by myself then." Zhou Yun always says he is busy.

　　But when I came out of the bank, I saw him having a meal with Su Qi.

　　They were laughing and talking, completely immersed in their own world.

　　I vaguely remembered that it used to be the same with us.

　　But now, he doesn't even have time to accompany me shopping.

　　So this is what it means to not love someone.

　　Every little detail reminds me that Zhou Yun no longer loves me.

　　I covered my mouth and coughed violently.

　　Zhou Yun frowned as he looked at me.

　　I quietly balled up the tissue stained with blood in my hand.

　　"What did you eat again?" he reproached me displeasedly.

　　I shook my head.

　　Seeing that I was okay, he turned and walked away.

　　"Zhou Yun." I suddenly grabbed him and asked in a tentative tone, "If one day, I'm not here anymore, would you be sad?" "No!" He looked at me with a serious gaze.

　　"Don't resort to the old trick from when we were children, Lin Nian.

　　Running away from home like that, I advise you to stop it." In the past, I relied on Zhou Yun's doting.

　　I once ran away from home, which scared him.

　　He used all his connections and almost turned the whole city upside down.

　　Finally, trembling, he hugged me and said, "Lin Nian, I command you, never leave my sight again.

　　Please, don't leave me, I would be really scared." I used my gaze to depict Zhou Yun's expression.

　　He looked so ugly with his wrinkled brows.

　　I wonder if he can still remember how afraid he was of losing me.

　　I think he probably can't remember anymore.

　　How can his memory be so bad? He can't remember how much he loved me before, so he will probably also forget all the things I did that annoyed him.

　　"Okay, I understand," I nodded.

　　So he won't be sad.

　　Even a stranger would shed a tear for me.

　　I self-mockingly tugged at the corner of my mouth.

　　It's better that he isn't sad.

　　How could the male lead feel sorry for the vicious female supporting character? Watching Zhou Yun's back, I silently said, "Goodbye."