Junsu’s POV

“I’m sorry but you’re almost dying. Even if we try another heart transplant, it will be long for you to get another heart donor. One more thing is that if we pursue with another transplant, there’s 50-50 chance that you’ll survive the operation since it’s your second time. I’m really sorry,” the doctor said.

Nizza ran away after hearing the bad news but I knew exactly where to find her.

“Hey, I should be the one more depressed and miserable of what we had just found out because I don’t want to live you once again. You should be strong for the both of us,” I said as I wrapped Nizza with my arms.

“But I don’t want to part from you again. The last time we parted, it was hard for me to bear. I don’t want to experience that pain again,” Nizza cried on my chest.

“That’s why I want us to cherish our time left together. And I’ll start with this,” I knelt down on one knee and took a small case from my pocket then opened it before her. “Nizza, will you marry me?”

“But you’re...” Nizza paused as she shifted her eyes from the ring to my eyes. “Yes, I will marry you!” she shouted.

“Yes!” I exclaimed and lifted Nizza around the place.

“Oppa! You’re heart!” Nizza said worriedly.

I dropped Nizza and fell on the ground as if I was experiencing an excruciating pain with my heart. Nizza fell down on her knees and shook me.

“Junsu oppa! Please don’t leave me! Junsu oppa!” she shouted as she