Two Years After Divorce, She Knocked on My Door
After my divorce, I went to the southwest mountainous regions to volunteer for rescue work, where two years passed in the blink of an eye.
One day, our daughter gets diagnosed with aplastic anemia, and her life can only be sustained through a bone marrow transplant from me.
It's only then that my ex-wife thinks of me. She heads to the mountains with a group of bodyguards and searches everywhere, but she can't find a trace of me. She thinks I have deliberately hidden myself from her.
"As long as you're willing to donate the bone marrow, I'll promise you visitation rights to see our daughter in the future."
However, the townspeople tell her that I have long since passed away.
She frowns slightly, her expression full of impatience as she says, "I never thought that, after all these years, he would still play these childish games."
In the end, she searches high and low, only to unearth my bones.