Understood.
Perhaps he's having another episode, fantasizing himself as a divine healer now.
Yu Tingwan didn't expose him: "How many days do I have left?"
Wei Zhao glanced at her, his tone calm: "Not more than ten days."
All right, he's so ruthless he even curses himself.
"I'll leave early."
Yu Tingwan: "Where are you going?"
Wei Zhao lowered his gaze: "I can't really die at your Wei Family."
"Yu Tingwan."
He suddenly called her name.
Wei Zhao spoke softly: "While you're still young, consider marrying again."
A bright girl like her could lead a good life anywhere she goes.
Yu Tingwan: ...
He hasn't even closed his eyes, yet he's already discussing his last wishes?
Yu Tingwan saw he had only taken two bites of porridge and left more than half uneaten, sighing inwardly.
She handed the rice cake to Wei Zhao, sliding her arm over to him, pulling up her sleeve to reveal a small part of her lotus-like pale wrist.
"Then please, husband, take a look for me as well."
