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I Donated My Bone Marrow for the White Moonlight and Regretted It
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The cold operating room door closed behind me, and the fluorescent lights pierced my eyes painfully. The doctor, expressionless, flipped through my medical records, a hint of barely perceptible pity in his gaze. “Miss Song, the risks of bone marrow donation are significant, and the extraction amount is considerable; it could be life-threatening. Are you sure you want to proceed?”
I nodded, my throat tight and unable to form words. My fingers unconsciously rubbed the ring on my ring finger, a heartfelt gift from Gu Ting eight years ago, bought with all his savings.
Through the window, I saw Gu Ting pacing anxiously outside. His gaze was not directed at me but frequently drifted toward the VIP ward at the end of the corridor. There lay his white moonlight, Lin Weiwei.
The anesthesiologist began injecting the anesthetic into me; the cold liquid flowed through the needle into my veins. My consciousness started to blur, and Gu Ting's past vow echoed in my ears: “Anxin, you and Weiwei are equally important to me.”
A bone-deep pain surged through me, and even in a state of anesthesia, I could still feel that gnawing agony. I clenched my teeth to stifle any sound, but tears streamed down uncontrollably.
“Extract a bit more; Miss Lin needs enough bone marrow,” came the doctor's voice from afar.
“But Miss Song's indicators are already...”
“Gu General said...”
When I woke up, the ward was terrifyingly quiet. My body felt hollowed out, lacking even the strength to lift a finger. Gu Ting hurriedly pushed the door open, his face betraying uncontainable joy. “Weiwei's surgery was very successful; thank you, Anxin.”
His eyes sparkled with excitement, oblivious to my paper-white complexion.
“What will happen to my body...?” I managed to ask, my throat dry as if scorched by fire.
Gu Ting frowned slightly and waved his hand impatiently.
"Just a little bone marrow, you'll be fine after a few days. Don't be so dramatic."
He glanced at his watch. "I need to go be with Wei Wei. She just woke up and might be scared."
The nurse brought in the post-operative report, and Gu Ting casually placed it on the bedside table before hurriedly leaving.
I struggled to reach out, trembling as I picked up the paper.
"Match Type: High Compatibility" — the words stung my eyes.
Fate is truly ironic.
My bone marrow matched Lin Weiwei's almost perfectly.
It felt as if my only purpose in existence was to provide her with this perfect bone marrow.
In the stillness of the night, I endured the pain coursing through my body alone.
It felt like a thousand needles were piercing my bones simultaneously; every breath was an agony.
The pain kept me from sleeping, and the glow of my phone screen became my only companion.
Lin Weiwei had updated her social media: "Thank you, Ting Ge, thank you, sister. I will carry your love and live well."
The accompanying photo showed her gently nestled in Gu Ting's arms, smiling happily.
And there I was, like a worthless piece of trash, lying alone on this cold hospital bed, drained of all value.
I stared at that photo and suddenly laughed.
It turned out I really was just a stand-in, a substitute whose worth had been exhausted and could be discarded at any moment.
Tears blurred my vision as pain spread from my bones to my heart.
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On the day I was discharged from the hospital, no one came to pick me up.
I dragged my weak body into a taxi and returned to the home that Gu Ting and I once shared.
As I opened the door, a chill hit me in the face.
The empty room echoed only with the sound of my footsteps.
Gu Ting had been preoccupied with Lin Weiwei during this time, not even glancing at me once, as if our ten years of relationship had been drained away along with that vial of bone marrow.
I slowly walked towards the bedroom, discovering that the bedding on the bed was neatly arranged, clearly indicating that Gu Ting hadn't been back to sleep here for a long time.
I curled up on the sofa when my phone suddenly vibrated. It was a message from Gu Ting's childhood friend, Zhou Ming: "Song Anxin, Gu Ting held a welcome party for Lin Weiwei at the Hyatt Hotel. Aren't you going to show any sign of acknowledgment?"
My hands trembled as I opened the video he sent. In the luxurious banquet hall, Lin Weiwei was wearing a champagne-colored gown, radiant and stunning. Gu Ting stood beside her, his gaze so gentle it could melt ice.
"Ladies and gentlemen, today I want to give special thanks to someone," Lin Weiwei raised her glass, a sweet smile gracing her face. "Thank you to my dear sister Anxin; she gave me a second chance at life."
The guests erupted in applause, their admiration ringing out in waves.
"Miss Weiwei is so kind."
"Gu General is so good to Weiwei; it's enviable."
"I heard Gu General even gave up his fiancée for Miss Weiwei?"
"Shh, keep it down; isn't that fiancée the one who did the Bone Marrow Donation?"
I bit my lip hard, realizing that my sacrifice was nothing more than a self-indulgent drama in their eyes. The pain and loneliness I felt were brushed aside with casual remarks.
A wave of nausea hit me, and I rushed to the bathroom to gag. Looking in the mirror, my face was pale, and dark circles shadowed my eyes.
My phone vibrated again. This time it was a message from Gu Ting: "Weiwei wants to see you and thank you in person. Come over right away."
The cold text conveyed no warmth, as if issuing orders to an inconsequential stranger. I stared at the message for a long time before slowly typing my reply: "No need; I’m afraid I’d dirty your celebration."
As I clicked to block him, tears finally broke free. I looked down at the ring on my ring finger—the one he had once solemnly placed there. The cheap diamond sparkled under the light, casting an unbearable glare.
This ring is as cheap as I am.
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