The Villain’s Terminally Ill Wife

“Don’t you even want to live?” Richard asked in an angry tone. For some reason, I felt like I was getting scolded, so I snapped back at him. “Will I live just because I want to live?” It will be a lie if I say that I don’t want to live. I wanted to live for as long as I can. There’s no person in the world who doesn’t have an attachment to life. But that doesn’t mean it would work the way I wanted it to. And now, he wanted to get me a cure, Rosiere Blossoms. He was going to go and pick some when doing so was as difficult as picking the stars in the sky, so I couldn’t quite make sense why he was doing this. Surely, like the original Diana, I should have responded by begging him on my knee...