Sheng Qingxue's pupils suddenly contracted, and more tears burst from her eyes.
So, Sheng Qingxue, you don't owe anyone anything.
If you hadn't fought with everything you had to stay alive, this heart would have stopped beating long ago.
It's precisely because you struggled so hard to live that it had the chance to go on breathing, go on beating, to feel the miracle of life.
So just live well. That's enough.
That is the best gift you can give to its former owner, to it, and also to yourself.
She couldn't suppress her sobs; he merely spoke calmly:
"Sheng Qingxue, do you know? For a heart to survive in someone else's body is an incredibly hard thing. From rejection to acceptance, it needs a very long process; the slightest mistake can ruin everything. But now, it's doing well, and you're doing well. That means it really likes you. It has already become a part of your body. No matter who it once belonged to, now it belongs only to you."
