On second thought, I felt something was amiss. Heart surgery isn't just a scratch. Both before and after surgery, rest and observation are required.
After my death, I've been following Lu Shiyan's side, watching her antics.
"She doesn't look like she's had surgery before, and she's pregnant, so she's not suitable for surgery. Even if she removed Su Wan's heart, if it wasn't transplanted then, it's useless now."
Lu Yanchen looked me straight in the eye. "Taiwan, a few years ago, medical literature claimed that if you place a beating heart's microphysiological system in a container and seal it tightly, with virtually no air bubbles, you can begin isovolumetric supercooling. This greatly improved cryotherapy technology, but it's unclear how well it's progressed now."
"Furthermore, have you ever considered that if Su Wan's heart was still alive and beating, it might have been transplanted to someone else? Of course, this is just my speculation. Perhaps it was the heart, perhaps a kidney, perhaps a cornea..."
I clutched Lu Yanchen's sleeve, unable to imagine that scene. I've seen Su Ning'an's brutality towards Grandma. If she was just after the shares, she wouldn't have gone to such lengths.
It's as if she wanted to deal with me, killing me with a single blow would be enough, but she didn't. She skinned me, tore my bones, and shredded my flesh and blood.
She hated me, the Su family, and Grandma.
This wasn't just about money or feelings. Su Ning'an hid a huge secret.
I wanted to kill her with a single blow, so that her secret would remain buried forever.
But if I didn't do anything to her, the rage in my heart would only intensify, and I would only consume myself internally.
Feeling my anger, grief, and helplessness, I was embraced.
Lu Yanchen's hand cupped the back of my head, his voice gentle, "Wanwan, don't be angry."
That magnetic and gentle voice slowly soothed the anxiety and anger within me.
At that moment, I felt as if my uncle had seen through my disguise long ago; he knew I was Su Wan. Thinking back to how he'd tracked me down before, a multitude of thoughts raced through my mind.
Could it be that my uncle was in love with me?
How could that be possible?
The thought flashed through my mind, but I quickly dismissed it. It was too absurd.
If he truly loved me, how could he have remained silent for all these years?
After calming down, I pulled out of his embrace. Seeing a black coat beside him, I asked, "Yanchen, are you going out?"
"Yes, to the cemetery."
Not only the Su and Lu families, but even I myself didn't know the exact date of my death, so both the Lu and Su families counted my death from the day of my burial. Today was the seventh day.
Before leaving, Lu Yanchen stopped by the greenhouse. I saw him leaving with a bouquet of roses.
Why would he use flowers like that to pay his respects?
The thought I'd just brushed aside resurfaced.
Could it be that my uncle really was in love with me? Is that why I'm so close to Jiang Wanwan, who looks so much like me?
The thought started to stir again.
The Lu family's cars left one after another, and I decided to go see what was going on.
I grabbed my car keys and left. Passing by a flower shop, I bought a bunch of white hydrangeas and a bouquet of black roses.
These were once my favorite flowers.
They represented hope, loyalty, and happiness.
But in the end, my life was nothing but tragedy, and I died without a complete body.
Black roses are Jiang Wanwan's favorite flowers, symbolizing desperate love.
This was the first and last time I paid tribute to the deceased Su Wan and Jiang Wanwan.
The Su and Lu families had already arrived.
Humans are incredibly resilient creatures. They were heartbroken the day they learned of my death, but after seven days, they were gone.
Even Mrs. Su, usually the most emotional, couldn't cry.
Her thoughts were now preoccupied with Su Ning'an, so how could she remember her long-dead eldest daughter? Their memorial service was just a formality.
As soon as I appeared, Su Ning'an glared at me fiercely, "What are you doing here? And dressed like this?"
I wasn't wearing white or black, but a red cashmere coat, full makeup, high heels, and holding a white hydrangea and black roses.
Like an angel and a devil, a contradiction.
They were mourning, while I was celebrating my own rebirth.
Lu Shiyan's gaze fell on the bouquet in my hands, a flicker of disbelief in his eyes. After all, no one would ever offer hydrangeas to someone else's memorial.
"How do you know she likes hydrangeas?" Lu Shiyan looked at me intently.
"Your chief wedding dress designer also designed a dress for me and mentioned Miss Su's preference once."
I replied calmly, a mocking smile playing on my lips. "What's strange is that her final wedding dress was embroidered with roses."
As Lu Shiyan's face brimmed with embarrassment, I slowly placed the hydrangea and roses among the pile of chrysanthemums, making them stand out. I looked at my photo on the tombstone and reached out to touch it.
"Su Wan, rest in peace," I said softly.
I don't know if I'm still Su Wan. What's alive now is a combination of Su Wan and Jiang Wanwan.
The real Su Wan and Jiang Wanwan are both dead, and this tombstone buries both of them.
I stood up, but Lu Yanchen wasn't among the crowd. I asked Lu Shiyan, "Where's your uncle?"
He glanced at me and replied, "Today is my mother's death anniversary, and he went to visit her. Do you want to come with me?"
I was stunned, obviously not expecting that answer. "Okay."
I had long forgotten what his mother looked like. I only remembered her as a gentle, beautiful person, who passed away suddenly from illness.
She was buried not far from me. Lu Shiyan and I sat in the car, neither of us speaking.
Lu Shiyan was much quieter than before, and we had nothing to say except hatred. A few minutes later, I finally saw Lu Yanchen. He was holding a bouquet of vibrant red roses, which he slowly placed in front of a tombstone.
It felt like a slap in the face. It turned out he hadn't given me those flowers.
All my previous doubts came together. Why was his attitude toward Lu Shiyan so strange? He seemed so commanding, yet so indulgent.
Perhaps it was because of Lu Shiyan's mother, the one Lu Yanchen truly loved.