"Is this how you think of me?" She asked, tears brimming in her eyes, her expression hurt, biting her lip.
Ji Nanfeng looked at her coldly: "Did you really think of yourself as my wife?"
His voice was soft, but it carried a trace of mockery, especially the way his eyes locked on hers, as if watching a joke unfold.
Zuo Aiai felt as though ten thousand arrows pierced her chest—she hurt so badly, she could hardly breathe.
How could he say such things to her?
No, no—this isn't what he truly thinks. He just wants to drive me away. He just wants to give up on himself.
He's a patient; she couldn't hold this against him!
She reached out, wiped her tears, sniffled, and stared at him seriously, her tone defiant: "Even if I'm only a caregiver, I exist for your health; so during this time, you need to listen to the doctor and focus on your treatment!"
As she spoke, the door to the hospital room was pushed open.
Zuo Aiai turned her head and saw Ji Changjun and Li Fang walk in.
