As soon as the words were spoken, black blood tears suddenly slipped from the corner of Wen Meimei's eyes.
Qiao Chengxun's eyes widened sharply. He hurriedly pulled out a tissue to wipe her tears and said anxiously, "Don't cry, Meimei... I'm here, I won't leave you."
The man's helplessness only made Wen Meimei more despairing.
"Am I not going to live much longer?" Wen Meimei choked as she asked.
She deeply regretted not valuing her life before.
Now that she wants to live, she is struck with this damned illness; it must be Heaven punishing her.
While wiping her tears, Qiao Chengxun said, "Last time Ashen was able to cure your illness, this time he can too. Don't let your mind run wild, or you'll scare Little Moliu."
Upon hearing this, Wen Meimei quickly bowed her head towards the stopped crying Little Moliu, "Moliu, I'm sorry, mom didn't do it on purpose, don't mind it, mom's brain just didn't function right just now."
