The Price of a Broken Vow

\"Why did you break up with me? Do you know how heartbroken I was?\"
\"When I needed you most! When I was at my most helpless! You actually left me!\"
Her word kept echoing through my mind, each repetition like a knife twisting deeper.
I\'m just a food driver at a hotpot restaurant.
And her? She isn\'t just any customer dining here today - she\'s become the Regional Director for Helios Nation at Vuitton International, one of the world\'s most prestigious luxury brands!
Four years ago, I broke up with her.
She was the woman I loved most in this cold, colorless world!
The one I once swore I\'d marry and no other!
The woman for whom I built an eternal fortress in my heart, where I remain imprisoned to this day!
My thoughts spiraled in despair.
Her words kept interrogating my soul, an endless loop of torment.
I whispered to myself: --I didn\'t want to, but I had no choice...--
\"Cough, cough...\"
Suddenly, my throat erupted in searing pain, forcing out two harsh coughs.
I pulled down my mask and spat - blood stained my saliva.
Late-stage liver cancer.
That\'s right, when I broke up with her four years ago, I had already been diagnosed with hepatitis.
Four years on, my condition hasn\'t improved. It\'s only deteriorated, evolving into liver cancer.
The doctors gave me six months to live.