Eric was still feeling very weak. It took him a while before he finally answered. “What are you saying? I just… don’t feel like living anymore. By the time I realized, it was already in the late stage anyway. There’s no need for treatment.”
Jackson’s voice grew hoarse. “What do you mean, ‘don’t feel like living anymore’? If you really didn’t, why’d you get a girlfriend then? You obviously wanted to live…”
Eric shut his eyes and shook his head. “Everything felt perfect before we got together, and I began looking forward to the future. But she’s not marriage material. She’s only good at having fun and is only concerned about enjoying herself. She’s not ready to settle down yet. We’re from completely different worlds. I’ve had enough fun, and now, I want stability. But she has only just started having fun. Our paths were different from the beginning. If I’m correct, she must have gone out drinking last night and isn’t home yet. It’s fine. We’re going to break up anyway. By the way, when I’m dead, turn everything I own to cash donations. I want to do some good for the world, just like Mark used to. Consider it my way of gathering good karma. Hopefully, I’ll receive a more peaceful life in my next life…”
Mark lifted his hand and rubbed the corner of his eye, as if to conceal an uncontrollable tear. “Do you… want to tell your family about this?”
Eric refused. “What for? So that they can find out where I’m buried and jeer at me for dying before them? No way. You’re all here. That’s good enough. I’m really satisfied with my life now. I’ve enjoyed everything imaginable.”
Suddenly, the room door burst open. Vicky rushed in, carrying the stench of vestiges from a hangover into the room. She threw herself against the bed and burst into tears. “Ricky! What happened to you, Ricky? What happened to you? Are you alright?”
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