937 Sad Lungs

Xia Ling had never noticed before, when did he start coughing?

She started recalling the day she shifted into her new home and how he had already been coughing slightly in between his words.

Her heart sank. Was Chu Chen telling the truth about his terminal illness? Watching the man as he picked up the paper cranes off the ground, she wanted so much to dash forward and clarify her doubts. But she was afraid, what if it really was the truth? What was she to do? Eventually, she just stood by the door as her mind spun.

Pei Ziheng picked up each and every piece and smoothed the folds out before placing them back in the slightly damaged box. Thereafter, he clasped the hasps carefully, tried to salvage the damage on the surface, and then used his sleeves to wipe the dirt off.