"Don't tell Angel that I've already passed away before she turns eighteen. Help me keep it from her for now. After she becomes an adult, bring her to my grave to visit me!"
Pan Shuyi tightly gripped Mu Xinlan's hand, "Miss Mu, I'm begging you! Help me convince Zhiming!"
"I... alright, I'll go persuade Eiran!"
Seeing Mu Xinlan agree, Pan Shuyi joyfully said, "Thank you, Miss Mu!"
Mu Xinlan walked out of the hotel, and Cheng Zhiming immediately approached her, saying, "Xinlan, no matter what Pan Shuyi tells you, don't believe her!"
He was worried that Pan Shuyi was trying to drive a wedge between Mu Xinlan and him. He didn't want to lose Mu Xinlan.
Mu Xinlan glanced at Angel in the car. She was lying against the car window, eagerly watching Pan Shuyi in the café.
Sighing, she said, "Eiran, Pan Shuyi just told me she has stomach cancer and only one month left to live!"
"What?"
