Hereditary Disease

Yan Yuanfei's lips curled up bitterly. "Then tell me, what better way do I have?"

Ling Sheng did not know either. She had not experienced such a thing before. However, shouldn't two people in love be honest with each other?

Upon seeing the young lady fall silent, he added, "If you were like I am now, without a healthy body and plagued by a malignant disease, would you be willing to let the person you love watch you get weaker day by day? Would you want to see him suffer like you?"

Some things were not unimaginable, just impossible.

"I don't know." Ling Sheng hesitated. If she was really as he had said, could she really tell the person she loved everything and make him suffer with her?

Perhaps he would stop loving her after she was sick for a long time. As the saying went, there was no filial child before a hospital bed. Over time, he would be tortured until he got tired. Love would then become resentment.