After I Died, My Husband Realized That He Loved Me

My husband didn't care about me and wanted to drive off to look for the lost companion Lily Taylor.

My friend on the mountaineering team said that if I didn’t get timely treatment, I would die soon.

John shook my hand away and said, "Just a snake bite. What's all the fuss? Lily is lost and it's very dangerous. I have to find her quickly."

John didn’t know that I was bitten by a Trimerersurus mucrosquamatus, not a grass snake. My legs were in so much pain that I was almost losing feeling.

The fetus in my belly didn't seem to be breathing.

I was about to die.