Upon hearing Shen Mingzhu's words, Shen Baolan felt a flood of grievance, like the waters of the Yellow River breaking their bounds.
Despite not wanting to admit it, she had no choice but to concede that she had lost.
She had lost utterly.
Shen Baolan wiped away her tears and, with eyes brimming, asked Shen Mingzhu, "Give it to me straight, how many days do I have left to live?"
Shen Mingzhu said, "Shen Baolan, as long as you keep to yourself in the future, accumulate good deeds and virtues, and speak less ill of others, you can live peacefully until old age."
Shen Baolan stared at her blankly, tears hovering beneath her eyelids, "Really or not?"
"Believe it or not, I've said all I have to, the rest is up to you."
After finishing her words, Shen Mingzhu stepped towards the parked car.
She hadn't gone far when Shen Baolan grabbed her arm, "Shen Mingzhu, swear to me, if you're lying to me, may you, may you give birth to a son without an anus."