The night, so thick it can't be dissolved.

Mountain ranges overlap, with clusters of tree shadows surrounding a pure white building hidden among the verdant hills and rivers. It resembles a quiet resting butterfly, the building has a particularly beautiful name: Butterfly's Passing.

Bai Leng stood in front of the window, her face stunningly beautiful, but her complexion was as pale as paper. Her eyes emitted a dead silence, just like a puddle of stagnant water incapable of stirring the slightest stir. In half an hour, she will die. Her heart would pulsate in another woman’s body.

And her...

How could someone live without a heart?

The wooden door made a squeaky noise. Amidst the blending light and shadow, a man entered. He had a tall and stately figure, handsome and upright, with a clearly defined face which seemed like God’s most perfect work of art—handsome yet ruthless.

"There's only half an hour left before the operation. Do you have anything else to say?" Zhou Ningyuan’s voice was steeped with profound exhaustion.

The reflection in the glass window caught Bai Leng’s sarcastic smirk on her lips.

She was laughing at her own naivety. This man, whom she loved so deeply, she never knew that he has a heart harder than stone. No, it’s actually a viper’s heart. Otherwise, how could he be so cruel to her, so very cruel...

He schemed against her, and she, like a fool, walked right into it. She believed she had a terminal illness so she willingly married him and signed an organ donation agreement. She even naively believed that even in her death, her heart could continue to beat in another woman's body, to continue keeping him company.

Liar!

They're all liars!

She wasn't sick at all. And she was even carrying his child.

The woman he truly cherished was in the next room; Shu Moran, a disabled angel born with congenital heart disease. It should have been her who was destined to die. But now, they intend to give her, Bai Leng’s perfect heart, to Shu Moran.

She was about to die.

"Dying at the hands of the man she loved most.

Light-colored lips lifted in an incredibly mocking curvature as she coldly spat out a word, "Scram!"

The man's formidable body startled as he clenched his fists and complex pain appeared in his eyes. He said, "I know it's hard for you, but Mo Mo won't be able to hold on much longer. The doctor said..."

"Zhou Ningyuan..."

Bai Leng slowly turned around, her outstandingly beautiful face was pale but staggering beautiful, like a flower about to wither, desperately blooming with exquisite beauty. Zhou Ningyuan's eyes tightened as a constant dull pain spread through his heart. Bai Leng's corner of her lips had already hooked into a mocking smirk.

"I am pregnant."

As her words fell, the empty room became even quieter. So quiet that Bai Leng could hear her own heartbeat, one after another, so powerful and strong. She stared hard at the handsome face in front of her, afraid of missing his slightest reaction.

The harsh white light was piercing her eyes, causing them to sting painfully. Bai Leng had to forcefully shut her eyes, and tears finally flowed out. Through her tear-blurred vision, she saw Zhou Ningyuan's clenched fist slowly release.

He said, "You know, we can't keep the baby. Mo Mo doesn't have much time left..."

Bai Leng finally despaired.

Mo Mo, always Mo Mo. If you love her so much, why not give her your heart!

Bai Leng wanted to question him loudly, but she knew it was pointless. If he were to give his heart to Shu Mo Ran, wouldn't he be unable to accompany her to watch the stars, the moon and the sunrise?

She wasn't afraid of death.

She just didn't want to die without understanding.

"Zhou Ningyuan, can't you give me one honest word even now?"

"What?"

The only response she got was a man's look of bewilderment. This man had always been unfathomable. Bai Leng admitted she had never clearly seen him. But unexpectedly, his acting skills had reached the pinnacle. Look at that innocent face, so realistic.

She clapped sarcastically, her face full of despair as she yelled hoarsely, "You're truly ridiculous, Zhou Ningyuan! If you indeed intended to take my heart, Bai Leng's heart, for that sick beauty, then just say so directly. I'm just an orphan with no attachments. I can give my heart away. But why did you lie to me?"

Zhou Ningyuan frowned, a sharp look quickly flashed in his eyes, "Bai Leng, have you had enough?"

Enough?

Bai Leng managed a weak smile amid tears that streaked down her face. Her beautiful, shimmering long black hair flowed past her shoulders, giving her an almost spectral appearance. She stared lifelessly at Zhou Ningyuan, her laughter echoing. "Go away! Isn't it just my heart that you want? Here, take it. Now, get away!"

She pressed her lips together stubbornly, turned around, and left him with her ruthless silhouette.

Reflections of the man's tall figure flashed in the window. Bai Leng didn't want to see him anymore. She shut her eyes tightly. Soon, she heard his fading footsteps, then the door shutting with a clatter. The spacious room returned to its eerie silence.

The empty hallway, the wall lamp's bleached light was dull and dimmed.

Zhou Ningyuan suddenly sagged against the wall, as if drained of all his energy. The pallid lights cast onto his eyes, stirring a glimpse of profound torment within, as complex as the baffling night, he himself could not grope where his own confusion at this moment came from.

Was this because of her, or Shumo Ran?

Trading one heart for a marriage, it was a deal that she had accepted. However, why is it that the one who couldn't let go now was him?

The wooden door emitted a creaking noise. From the room next door, a woman with an elegant and noble demeanor, Shumo Ran's mother, Shuman, emerged. She carefully closed the door and walked towards Zhou Ningyuan, her hand rested on his shoulder, "Thank you for everything regarding MoMo. Also, help me to thank Miss Bai."

After speaking, she sighed deeply, seemingly in great sadness. She glanced at Bai Leng's room. However, the corners of her lips gradually curled up, revealing a trace of triumph which soon disappeared between her tight lips.

As time trickled away, Zhou Ningyuan unexpectedly straightened his body, gazing at the tightly shut wooden door, his hand lifted, seemingly wanting to push the door open several times.

"Ning Yuan…" The door next door opened, and Shu Man gave him a glance, her eyes swiftly passing an unusual glint, anxiously saying, "Mo Mo is worried about her surgery later and she's asking for you. Can you accompany her?"

Zhou Ning Yuan unconsciously glanced at the door in front of him, a frown etching on his brow. Under Shu Man's earnest gaze, he finally withdrew his hand, turned around, and entered Shu Mo Ran's room.

Inside the room.

Bai Leng sat on the floor in despair, her heart aches immensely that it seemed like even tears couldn't flow.

Half an hour later, Bai Leng was lying on a cold operating table. The shadowless lamp overhead was so bright, casting a clear light in the impeccable and icy operating room. A few minutes ago, the nurse had given her anesthesia. She felt her eyelids becoming heavier and heavier, as if she saw countless swaying shadows.

She knew she was about to fall asleep. Once she fell asleep, she would never wake up again.

Bai Leng was going to die.

A mobile sickbed was pushed in, she saw the woman's face, pale yet unable to conceal her beautiful features. Shu Mo Ran, the only daughter of the Shu family from Lu Man's real estate, a fallen angel, the woman that Zhou Ning Yuan truly cherishes and pampers in his heart. She really envied her.

Bai Leng made an effort to try and touch her hand.

Her hand stretched halfway, and then fell again in despair….