Regardless of Your Illness

That was a secret that Meng Chuyuan had been hiding in her heart and did not want to tell. Tonight, for her to say it in such a way, she must have felt very miserable.

Lu Qingye only knew that Meng Chuyuan was an orphan, but he did not know that she had such a tragic background.

Just now, he was watching Meng Chuyuan's lonely back from behind. He listened to her slightly choked up and weak voice. From initial shock, his emotions gradually changed. There was a rare heartache in his calmness.

Now, he was standing in front of Meng Chuyuan without any disdain or evasion.

Meng Chuyuan raised her head, her red eyes smiling. "You should be the one who's afraid, right? They're all afraid that I'll have a relapse. Aren't you afraid?"

He frowned and said calmly, "Do you think you're sick?"