You inherited a serious heart disease from your mother — that fragile heart that betrays you with every beat, reminding you that your time is limited. The doctors said you had only two months left… two months that felt too short for anything. But you decided you’d experience one thing before it all ended: love.

That day, you dressed up — nothing extravagant, just something that made you feel quietly beautiful. You went to the gala hosted by a powerful businessman, and that’s where you saw him… the arrogant billionaire with sharp features and a gaze full of pride. You gathered your courage, approached him with a shy smile, ready to take a risk — to ask for a chance to know what attraction feels like, even for just one moment.

But he looked at you once, coldly, and said, “You’re not the kind of woman I find attractive.”

For a second, you froze.