“Are you certain about this procedure?” The doctor’s voice carried a gravity that underscored the finality of the decision. “I am,” came the unwavering reply. Lying on the sterile table, Lin Yue blinked against the harsh overhead lights, each blink casting her mind back to moments now tainted with sorrow. Memories, once sweet and joyous, now turned into venomous barbs, each recollection a piercing stab of betrayal. What once was a source of bliss had become a wellspring of agony. Jonathan，Yolanda