Chapter 1 Donate your heart to me, okay

"Sister, I don't want to die."

"If I can't get a matching heart this time, I will die soon." 30-year-old Mu Qiu, even after giving birth to a child, was as beautiful as young girl.

Mu-Qiu forcing those words out made her looked weak and fragile.

Standing next to Mu Qiu's hospital bed was a tall and enchanting woman. If Mu Qiu was an elegant and calm little lily, then this woman was a human desert rose1, with star-like eyebrows and charming eyes2. She gave off the feeling of grace and wealth just by standing there quietly.

T/N: 1 This is a play on word as desert rose is 富贵花 in mandarin, which literally means wealthy flower.

T/N: 2 This is referring to how her facial features have certain meaning. Physiognomy (or face reading) is common in East Asian cultures, where facial features is supposedly able to tell a person’s fortune or personality. This is a similar concept to tarot card reading. One most known reading is that a mole just under the eye is a lucky mole.

Song Ci looked at Mu Qiu, who was two years younger than her, and thought about how her innocent and lovely younger sister was about to die. She felt a sense of empathy.

"Qiu’er3, don't be discouraged. We will definitely find a suitable heart," Song Ci's words showed her helplessness. Mu Qiu has the rare Rh blood type. Finding a suitable heart in a short period of time was close to impossible.

T/N: 3 Qiu’er is a nickname for Mu Qiu. Er is often added to the last syllable of a name, for the name to become a nickname. Similar to adding -y in English to names to become a nickname, like Jacqueline and Jacky, or Tom and Tommy.

Mu Qiu did not respond, staring at Song Ci's beautiful cheeks that had kept her jealous for many years.

Song Ci was the adopted daughter of the Mu family. She was two years older than Mu Qiu.

When she was fourteen years old, an earthquake took away the lives of Song Ci's parents. Her sister Song Fei fell into a coma due to serious injuries.

Fortunately, Mu Qiu's father, Mu Mian, was a volunteer at the earthquake site. He was a soft-hearted man who adopted Song Ci as his daughter and paid for Song Fei's medical fees. Over the years, the Mu family protected Song Ci from hardships and carefully raised her up. The graceful girl finally grew up to be a desert rose1.Unfortunately, 10 years ago, there was a fire in the rehabilitation centre, and Song Ci's sister Song Fei died in the sea of fire.

Having lived in the Mu house for so many years, Mu Mian and his wife regarded Song Ci as their own. Whatever Mu Qiu had, Song Ci would also have. The debt of raising her up was something Song Ci would not be able to repay for the rest of her life.

Thinking about her gratitude to the Mu family, Song Ci thought about how to comfort Mu Qiu. Suddenly, there was an inexplicable laughter in the ward. Hearing the sound, Song Ci looked in surprise at Mu Qiu who was laughing.

What was she laughing at?

Mu Qiu's laughter was short. She suppressed her smile, looked down and said, "A suitable heart? There is indeed one."

Song Ci was pleasantly surprised, and her voice became excited, "You really found it?" She grasped Mu Qiu's hand and asked her, "Where did you find it? When can you have the surgery?"

Mu Qiu pulled her right hand out of Song Ci's palm, and gently pressed her fingertips against Song Ci's chest.

Song Ci looked down at Mu Qiu's beautiful hand, like a jade, thin and long. It looked like a hand that had not been through hardships. "What's wrong?" she asked Mu Qiu.

Mu Qiu raised her head and stared at Song Ci with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

Looking at the eerie smile on Mu Qiu's face, Song Ci's heart suddenly burst. Her opened lips slowly closed and tightened, looking serious. "Qiu-er..." Song Ci's throat tightened and her voice became dry. "What do you want to say?"

The strange smile on Mu Qiu's mouth grew bigger and bigger, "Sister, where do you think that heart is?" During the questioning, Mu Qiu's gaze floated to Song Ci's chest.

Under that proud chest, a fresh and vital heart beats with a surging rhythm.

Noting Mu Qiu's sly eyes, Song Ci suddenly understood what Mu Qiu meant. She and Song Fei both have Rh blood type! Does Mu Qiu want her heart?

The guess made Song Ci's face pale in an instant.

"Sister, give me your heart, okay?" Mu Qiu's voice was still pleasant-sounding, but to Song Ci's ears, it felt creepy.

Mu Qiu's slender jade hand placed on Song Ci's chest looked like five cold and slippery poisonous snakes at that moment. Song Ci's limbs were icy cold.

Song Ci abruptly knocked off the hand on her chest and took two steps back in a panic. Standing at the end of the bed, Song Ci stared at Mu Qiu in disbelief, as if looking at a stranger.

Time was kind to Mu Qiu. She was still beautiful and elegant, like a lily. Even after asking for a healthy heart from a living and breathing person, she still looked like an angel, clean and innocent.

She was a devil!

Song Ci was shocked by this look of Mu Qiu.

"You want my heart?" Song Ci asked Mu Qiu with a trembling voice, "After I give you my heart, I will die, don't you know! Mu Qiu, how can you be so selfish?"

Hearing Song Ci's condemnation, Mu Qiu's eyes were surprised. She watched Song Ci for several seconds and said naturally, "You were raised by my Mu family. Shouldn't you give me your heart?"

Song Ci was dumbfounded.

She was about to refute, but heard Mu Qiu say, "Why do you think my dad adopted you? Did you really think my dad is a philanthropist and wanted to do a good deed?" Mu Qiu's smile was still bright and innocent, and she said, "You sisters are just heart donors my father raised for me!"

Song Ci's ears kept humming.

She did not believe this is true!

"It's impossible!" Song Ci thought that Mu Qiu was lying to her. She wanted to deny it, but there was a voice in her heart telling her,

This is real!

This is all true!

Seeing that Song Ci was about to die but still could not see the facts laid out before her, Mu Qiu finally showed a different emotion on her face, compassion.

"You never knew, did you?" Mu Qiu looked at Song Ci as if looking at a poor little bug. "Sister, the heart beating in my body now..." appreciating Song Ci's increasingly shocked expression, Mu Qiu whispered the last half sentence, "Its Song Fei's."

Song Ci's eyes suddenly widened!

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