"Don't say sorry to me." Qin Youxue held his hand, "You must get better, do you understand? You can't just run away selfishly after making a mess of my life!"
Mo Hexuan said nothing, just looked at her deeply.
He thought, he must truly love this person very, very much.
Love so much that even if he's at death's door, he can't stop loving.
Qin Youxue looked into his tearful eyes, and finally couldn't help but start crying.
"Why! You're always like this, deciding everything privately, never telling me! Why didn't you tell me earlier! You could have told me two years ago! Otherwise, we wouldn't have missed these two years..."
The only two years...
They only have two years left together...
If Mo Hexuan had told her he was ill, how could she run off disregarding everything?
She was really angry, really angry, with that sense of helplessness, anger, and despair...
In the face of illness, they were just ordinary people, without the ability to bring back the dead.
