"Ella, Zoey is just being childish. Why don't you indulge her a little? Besides, she won't be able to fight you for anything anymore. From now on, all our love will be yours. Everyone will focus on you. Can't you just let her have this one thing?"
But I'm sick too. Why won't any of you indulge me? Half a year ago, I was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. The doctor said I had at most half a year to live, maybe as little as a month. Looking at Justice, who loved me deeply and my mother, who had been my sole support for seven years, I didn't know how to tell them. So, I turned the story of my love with him into a beautiful romantic screenplay, hoping that it would be something for them to remember me by in the future.
The screenplay received high praise from industry bigwigs, who said it had a very good chance of winning awards. At this time, Zoey returned to the country and found Justice and my mother. My sister said she only had a month to live and hoped that before she died, she could fulfill her youthful dream of becoming a famous actress.