When I got home, I had a good sleep, but I was woken up by someone in the morning.
Someone was knocking at the door, making it difficult for me to fall asleep. I stood up and opened the door.
Michael stood at the door, his eyes red.
He pressed my shoulders.
He said, “Emma, I’m dreaming again.”
I looked at him coldly without saying anything.
“I saw you in my dream. You called me… Gilbert.”
“Emma, who is Gilbert?”
I didn’t say a word, which made Michael feel anxious.
He seemed to think of something and staggered back.
“Gilbert? The person you worship today is… Gilbert!”
“Emma, who is he?”
Looking at the man in front of me who was carefully trying to uncover the truth but was afraid, I put on a cruel smile.
childhood I stepped forward and stopped right in front of him and said slowly, “Gilbert is my sweetheart. On the way to send Angelic Teardrop to me, he also had a car accident. But you are luckier than him. Although your heart was pierced by a sharp weapon, there was still a
chance of survival.
Gilbert is kind–hearted. He signed the organ donation agreement and his blood was matched with yours. So you have survived, but he died.”
Michael was shocked. His legs became weak and he fell to the ground.
He looked at Emma in fear. Her words were like a needle in cotton. With a gentle touch, the blood flowed instantly.
It turned out that the necklace was given to her by another man.
At this moment, he suddenly realized that he had never given a gift to Emma in the past
years.
