Touching love: I Used My Last Breath to Say I Love You
She was thirty years old, with a beautiful face, fair skin, and a slender waist. However, life had not been kind to her. First, she gave birth to a mentally challenged daughter, and then at twenty-nine, her husband passed away.
Later, she chose to remarry, this time to a man fifteen years her senior.
She couldn’t bear hardship, especially with her mentally challenged daughter. More importantly, he was a miner. Income aside, in the event of an accident, the mining company would generally compensate with three to four hundred thousand yuan.
She had been poor for too long. Why else would someone so pretty marry a man with a leg problem? He was old and unattractive, with a crooked mouth and eyes.
He knew he didn’t deserve her but still treated her like a treasure.
He handed over all his earnings to her, but it was only about 1,000 yuan a month. After food and clothing, there wasn’t much left. She was discontent. Her daughter would need money in the future, and she didn’t want to spend her life with him like this. With so many mining accidents, why hadn’t he been involved in one? She thought about the three or four hundred thousand yuan. If he died, she could take the money and leave. It was a malicious thought, but it was her most honest one.
She bought clothes and makeup to beautify herself and flirted with the neighbor’s men. People talked about her, saying, “Look at your wife, spending your money to dress up and fool around with other men!” He just laughed awkwardly, letting her have her fun. Actually, it pained him and he didn’t want her to behave so recklessly.
When she mentioned she wanted to eat red oranges, he went to town to buy them without telling her.
When the mining accident occurred, her first thought was, “Great, now the three hundred thousand yuan will come!”
Many bodies were pulled out, and she inspected each one but didn’t find him, which left her extremely disappointed. Suddenly, she saw him approaching with red oranges, looking innocent like a child.
“Here,” he said. “I went to town to buy you red oranges and switched shifts with someone!” She burst into tears, but it was because her hope was dashed. He comforted her, thinking she was scared. “I’m fine. Don’t be afraid.” While eating the oranges, she felt worthless.
He became even more attentive to her and her daughter. Secretly, he went to the mountain to plant trees, about four or five a month. Someone asked him why, and he laughed, “For her and our daughter. When I’m gone, these trees will have grown big enough to support them.” When she heard this, her heart ached, and she almost cried.
Later, she caught a cold and fell ill. He took care of her tirelessly, even hugging her feet while she slept. She asked, “Why are you holding my feet?” He replied, “So that I’ll know when you wake up and need to use the bathroom, in case you need help.” She cried, choking out, “You’re so silly.”
After recovering, she told him not to go back to the mine, as it was too dangerous. This time she was sincere, realizing that people are the most important, and without him, she had nothing.
From then on, she stayed home, running a small shop and no longer dressing up like a temptress. She focused on their life together.
Soon after, he started feeling chest pains. Even after a short amount of work, he would sweat profusely. He secretly took painkillers, a dollar for ten tablets, often taking five or six at a time, but the pain persisted. He quietly visited a doctor in town, who diagnosed him with late-stage liver cancer, giving him only three months to live, advising him to eat whatever he wanted and not to hold back.
On the way back, he spent all his money on things for her and their daughter, buying her new clothes and perfume, but nothing for himself.
The next morning, he said he planned to return to the mine as the boss had asked him to. She vehemently opposed it, fearing the danger. He smiled, but still went. He asked the boss for the hardest jobs, saying he wasn’t afraid of the labor. The boss agreed, sending him to the deepest part of the mine. When in pain, he would call out her name in the dark.
On the third day, the mine began to flood. He had a chance to escape but thought about the three or four hundred thousand yuan that would secure her and their daughter’s future. So, he didn’t run or call for help.
When she heard the news, she rushed over, tearing her hands apart at the mine’s entrance until they bled. Seeing his body, she screamed his name in anguish, “I told you not to go, I told you not to go, I told you not to go!”
From his pocket, she found a hospital diagnosis confirming he had used his last breath to love her one final time.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
