Hospital.
Ye Ningyue visited Zhuo Yue for the tenth time.
He leaned against the head of the bed, quietly staring out the window, not blinking.
Every time she came in, he didn't notice.
And his complexion grew paler by the day, his body thinner by the day.
It wasn't until she put down her things, sat down, and called his name that he turned to look at her.
"What are you thinking about? I heard from the doctor that you haven't been eating well these past two days?"
Even though they were divorced, she still felt quite sorry for him.
He was now alone, suffering from a terminal illness, and she unknowingly chose to divorce him.
Ye Ningyue felt like she was a terrible person.
She shouldn't have abandoned him.
Feeling guilty, she had been visiting him every day recently.
Zhuo Yue turned to look at her, smiled weakly, and said, "Ningyue, can I ask you to do something for me?"
Ye Ningyue nodded, "Hm, tell me."
