《Farewell, My Heart》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

I dragged my heavy legs toward the elevator, holding the wall for support.Just then, the doors opened. My mother walked out of the elevator with a cashmere scarf in hand. She paused when she saw me and put the scarf on my shoulders.“It’s windy out. Quick, wear this.”I glanced down at the scarf. It smelled of Marcus’ custom mint perfume.Half an hour ago, when his heart hurt, he leaned in my mother’s embrace and wept with this scarf around his neck. It was only when the nurse changed him into his scrubs and wheeled him into the operating theater that the scarf wound up with my mother.I felt my stomach turn. Yanking off the scarf, I threw it neatly into a medical waste trashcan nearby.My mother froze, her expression slightly twisted.Before she could say anything, my sister Chanel walked around the corner with my father, who had just ended a call. Her expression turned dark when she saw me.“What’s wrong with you, Connor?” She strode over to me, looking at me haughtily. “Don

“Wait, I can explain!” Chanel gripped my scrubs, her sticky red blood staining the cloth. Her voice trembled, but there was denial in her gaze.“I never… meant to shatter your kneecaps! I just wanted to hurt you a little so you’d miss the rest of that competition! “Marcus was holed up in his room crying, saying his life was ruined after that loss. I couldn’t bear to see him like that! I just wanted to help fulfill his wish, I underestimated my own strength…”She sounded more upset the more she explained, as though she was the victim of fate. “Connor, I’m your sister! Must you keep harping on an accident like that?“You’ve been doing just fine with a minor limp. As for that heart, consider it lent to me. Once we get another match, I’ll get it for you even if I have to beg or steal it! Are you happy now?”I felt nauseated looking at her repulsive face. “Doing just fine”? Dancing was my life, and thanks to her, I stayed awake at night in a cold sweat from the pain, staring at my shr

My soul floated in mid-air, looking down coldly at the body on the floor. Chanel knelt beside my body, howling like a beaten dog.“Connor! Connor, open your eyes!”Her hands were covered in blood as she placed them on my chest and desperately performed compressions. She used so much force that I could hear the crack of my ribs shattering.Even so, she seemed completely unaware, her tears and snot dripping onto my ashen face like a madwoman.“I'll give you that heart back! I'll dig it out of Marcus’ chest and give it to you now! Come back to life!!”She jumped to her feet, roaring, and actually ran toward Marcus’ room on the seventh floor. A few security guards pressed her to the ground, where she continued to struggle like a wild animal, her blood dragging long trail across the floor. My haughty father was clinging to the ER department head's sleeve, his knees falling heavily to the floor. “Save him! Use the ECMO! Give him open-heart surgery! I'll donate a dozen of the most expe

A sense of heavy suffocation dragged me back into my body. I opened my eyes to the rhythmic beeping of machines.I could not see the sister who would buy me a cake, nor could I smell the sweet scent of pasta.The first thing I felt was the dull mechanical vibration in my chest. Outside the window, Chanel was leaning against the glass with messy hair and absolutely no consideration for her image. When she saw me opening my eyes, she jumped up and smacked the doctor next to her maniacally to get his attention. My mother slumped to the floor, hand over her trembling mouth. My father’s tears flowed freely.Half a day later, I was transferred to a regular VIP ward.The doctors told me that after my heart stopped, my father spared no expense and forced the hospital to use an ECMO on me. After that, they shipped the most cutting-edge mechanical heart over on the fastest plane they could find.They forcefully kept me alive.“Connor, you’re finally awake…” My mother pounced onto my be

The external mechanical heart’s alarm began blaring, shattering the silence of the hospital ward.Chanel jumped at me as though electrocuted, pressing my hand down with all her might. She used so much strength it felt like my wrist might break. “Doctor! Doctor!” She turned and yelled at the door, eyes filled with terror.A few doctors ran into the room and quickly subdued me. They checked to make sure the tube had not been pulled out and then heaved a sigh of relief.I leaned against the bedpost and looked at Chanel, who had broken into a sweat. My tone was calm as I asked. “Why are your hands trembling, Chanel?”Chanel raised her head abruptly to look at me, eyes bloodshot and chest heaving. “Have you gone mad, Connor Young? This machine is your life! You'll die if you unplug it!”“I know.” I looked at her coolly. “I should have died a long time ago… Two months ago, to be exact. You're the ones who insisted on keeping me here.”My father stood at the foot of my bed. His body