Zhuanzhuan lowered her eyes, seemingly lost in thought, and only after a long while did she speak: "Is it really that serious? Could it be fatal?"
Ying Jiuming looked into her eyes, not wanting to deceive her.
"I can't guarantee it."
Upon hearing this, Zhuanzhuan murmured softly, "That would be such a pity." If her sister were to die just like that, it would truly be a pity. She hadn't taken her revenge yet; she absolutely must not die that easily!
She must hold on and obediently wait for her to get out.
Ying Jiuming didn't hear her clearly and asked, "What did you say?"
"Nothing much. I'm very busy and worried about my sister. Please, you must take good care of her for me. Consider it a favor I owe you, and I will surely repay you whenever I can."
Ying Jiuming felt a pang of heartache, "Stop thinking about her, there are plenty of others concerned for her. You should focus on yourself instead!"
