Liou Qingcheng, crying, said, "Don't comfort me, I know, the medicine you're talking about is just to console me. My illness can't be cured, right? I don't want to be a burden to you, you should leave. Go find your destined girl, Miss Bai, Mei, or Mr. Xu, and Zhou Mi..."
How desperate must a person be with life to say something like that?
This was nothing like what the lively, cheerful, and confident girl would say before.
The illness can truly destroy a person, not just physically but mentally as well.
Liou Qingcheng was not joking with these words. The passion she once had for Lin Tian was as intense as her current resolve to push him away.
"What nonsense are you spouting? You can't just ruin my reputation like that."
Lin Tian tenderly touched her head, tears instantly welling up.
The saying goes, men do not easily shed tears, except when deeply hurt.
"Besides, I've given my body to you, how can you abandon me?" Lin Tian said, feeling wronged.
