"Twenty years ago, she was diagnosed with this disease. She couldn’t endure for even three years and left this world. She... she committed suicide, she simply couldn’t bear it any longer!"
Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, also known as Lou Gehrig’s disease, is a type of motor neuron disease. It involves upper motor neurons in the brain, brainstem, and spinal cord, and also affects the lower motor neurons in the cranial nerve nucleus, anterior horn of the spinal cord, and the muscles they control. Clinically, it often presents as a mixed paralysis resulting from damage to both upper and lower motor neurons.
"My beautiful and youthful daughter couldn’t bear such a tornt from this disease. She couldn’t bear to watch her muscles slowly atrophy. The doctor had said she could endure for two years after paralysis, but she simply couldn’t hold on."
"Those few years, her agony... as a father, I had to watch yet could do nothing."
"Even if we had engaged the world’s best doctors, it was an incurable situation."
"The cause of this disease is still unknown to this day; recent studies support an immunological chanism. Other causes include poisoning, microelent and amino acid tabolism disorders, viral infections, and so cases exhibit genetic characteristics."
"But tracing back to our ancestors, no one in our family had this disease. Where did her genetic inheritance co from?"
He Tianqi wiped his eyes, unable to control his emotions, "Regardless of the cause, regardless of whether it was hereditary, she’s gone. One early morning, nobody could find her. In the afternoon, she was found here in this cherry blossom forest."
"At that ti, she was sleeping peacefully, lying quietly amid the fluttering petals, never to awaken again."
Later, they chose to bury their cherry-blossom-loving daughter here.
The tombstone was engraved with the three characters "He Yingteng". He Xing’s hand gently caressed these characters, muttering to himself, "Little sister, your brother is here to see you again, but, I still don’t know who you really were."
His uncle stood behind Gu Shaocheng, "How could two people switch places? I still find it beyond belief. I don’t believe that the one lying in the ground is Ziteng instead of Yingteng."
But deep down, he had a premonition.
The one really lying in the ground was Ziteng, while the real Yingteng had beco Ziteng.
His thoughts flew back many years. At that ti, Yingteng had already fallen ill. She used to be vivacious, but because of her illness, she no longer had that lively spirit, becoming quiet and reserved. Spending an afternoon with her, he would hardly notice her presence. At that ti, he joked with his sister, "You’ve been sitting there not talking, you’re more and more like Ziteng."
Back then, she just gave a small smile, a sadness in her eyes that he could not understand.
Rembering it now, his heart ached as if trembling.
If the quiet girl back then was really Ziteng... No... it just doesn’t make sense. Did they switch identities back then? Why?
A loud thud echoed.
Before his uncle could clear his thoughts, the sound of soone kneeling hit the ground.
"Was she cremated?" he asked.
"She was buried, in a crystal coffin. The coffin was sealed, expelling the air within. I didn’t want my sister to turn into a pile of dust," He Xing said.
Gu Shaocheng kept his face stern, he didn’t ask anything else.
He knelt straight, and what he said next sent shockwaves like a thunderclap!
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