This photo had made An Yuan so flustered that she had no choice but to put everything else aside. She was not in the mood to work at all.
She said with a bitter smile. "We'll see."
"Are you sure it's not a serious illness?"
"No, I can take good care of myself. Don't worry!" An Yuan suddenly realized that this conversation seemed a little intimate, so she quickly stopped and did not continue.
Su Shengjing could tell that An Yuan had something difficult to say, so he did not press on. Instead, he said, "If there's really something, just tell me. Perhaps, I can think of a way to help you. You don't have to bear it alone."
When An Yuan heard this, her heart suddenly warmed.
Other than her parents and best friends, almost no one had told her this, not even Xue Zhen, who had known her for many years. But how could she tell them about this?
An Yuan did not believe it herself. She could not accept it!