When My Life Ends, I Still Love Him

She called, but it was met with a busy signal.

Ella frowned, "Could she has blocked me?"

Upon hearing this, Levi's eyebrows furrowed, and his tone became somewhat harsh, "Don't bother with her. She's always paranoid."

I wasn't paranoid, just dead, unable to answer the phone.

"Was that my fault too?"

I stood in the air, watching all this, my heart full of helplessness and bitterness.

My body was quickly transported back to the station, and Ella personally performed the autopsy.

I watched her quietly, feeling a mix of emotions.

The preliminary autopsy report came out that day. The DNA report would come later, being expedited.

Levi stood before the report, his gaze fixed on the word "cancer," a flash of panic and disbelief in his eyes.

He walked to an empty corner and impatiently pulled out his phone.

He opened the chat interface between us.

The last message was from three years ago. I couldn't help but remember that after Ella came back, we never talked again.

Levi typed for a long time, then closed his phone without sending a message.

He instead called my best friend, "Is Isla with you? Tell her to come home when she's done making a fuss."

His tone carried a hint of impatience.

Hearing Levi's tone, my best friend snapped back, "I was going to ask you. I haven't been able to find Isla for three days!"

"Three days?" Levi's pupils dilated slightly, and he hung up the phone.

He reopened my contact and called directly.

He was met with the same cold busy signal.

At this moment, Ella walked over, "Levi, let's go eat. We've been busy for so long, I'm hungry."

Her voice was gentle and sweet, but Levi shook his head, "I still have things to do. Next time, okay?"

I floated in the air, watching him speak so gently, feeling a pang of bitterness.

I followed Levi home.

Levi suddenly started searching around the house. I didn't know what he was looking for.

Suddenly, he found many medications in my bedside cabinet.

Back then, to keep him from worrying, I lied and said they were vitamins!

What he didn't know was that these were all anti-cancer drugs. Maybe it was my fault too.

I lied so much that he believed it. The day I left home, I told him I also had cancer.

But he said with disgust, "Do you even have to copy Ella in having cancer?"

At that moment, I was disappointed.

So, I didn't even have the right to have cancer!

Levi picked up the medicine bottles and looked at them over and over again.

As he read the labels, his expression grew worse and worse.

Just then, Levi's phone rang. "Mr. Miller, Ella fainted again. She was just taken to the hospital."

He froze for a moment, then pocketed the medicine and rushed to the hospital.

I stood in the air, watching him leave, a wave of inexplicable sadness rising in my heart.