We’d been married for three years, and Wang Yuheng couldn’t have cared less about me.
He never took a single word I said seriously. No matter what I told him, he’d agree readily—but never follow through.
Even the day I got into a car accident, he’d said he’d be right there. Yet I waited an entire day and night, and not a trace of him appeared.
Later, I found out the truth. That day, he’d braved a downpour to kneel and climb the ninety-nine steps of Puti Temple, just to fulfill his blind sister-in-law’s wish.
And that sister-in-law? She was the woman he’d loved but never had—the one who haunted his heart like an unshakable memory.
So I gave up on him. I asked for a divorce. As always, he didn’t even look up from his work, replying casually: “Sure. I’ll go anywhere you want.”
But then… he dropped to his knees at my feet, his body trembling violently. For the first time ever, his eyes held a clear reflection of me. He stared up at me, voice cracking with despair, and asked:
“Why didn’t you tell me it was you who donated your corneas to me back then?”