Chapter 1

I died on the operating table.

My father personally strapped me to it.

To transplant my heart to my half-sister.

In a private hospital, on a cold operating table.

Looking at the chilling surgical instruments, I cried out loudly, "Dad, please, let me go."

But with my hands and feet restrained, I couldn't escape.

A sharp pain shot through me.

The doctor wanted to anesthetize me, but my father stopped him.

"No need for anesthesia, just take out her heart directly."

I stared at him with wide eyes, hardly believing this was my father.

I watched as the doctor slowly cut open my chest, each incision feeling like a slow execution.

"Ah!" The pain made me scream involuntarily.

"So noisy," my father said impatiently.

Then he stuffed a dirty, smelly rag into my mouth, mixed with disinfectant. The pungent smell instantly filled my nostrils.

"Much quieter now."

After saying this, he ran to the other side.

Speaking softly to the person lying on the bed, he said, "Melody, soon daddy will give you a healthy body."

Finally, unable to bear the excruciating pain, I passed out.

With a strong sense of injustice, I found myself reborn to the day they came to pick me up.