There was a distinct sheen of tears in her eyes, and her gaze was filled with stubborn persistence.
Those eyes, clearly defined in black and white, were so large and bright that he absolutely couldn't lie to her face.
Leng Zimo inhaled, exhaled, inhaled again, exhaled again… His lips trembled, unable to form words.
After a long while, he finally spoke with difficulty.
"There's a tumor in my head," Yizhou said, "It might be malignant, and I need to undergo surgery."
Although seeing him in that state, Luo Xiaoqian had already guessed that it wasn't something simple, but hearing the truth still made her uncontrollably cry. She hugged him tightly again, her face pressed against his neck, tears flowing abundantly.
Leng Zimo hugged her tightly once more, feeling her tears soak through his hair, his throat choked with words that wouldn't come out, his eyes heating up continuously. After taking several deep breaths, he managed to control his emotions.
