She was only twenty-seven, so young, yet liver cancer, such a deadly disease, had unfortunately befallen her.
Mu Shuoqian stood there, frozen, feeling as though his heart had been hollowed out, devoid of any strength.
Even when she left him four years ago, he had never felt such sorrow and despair.
It didn't matter if she wasn't by his side; she could still pursue her own happiness, and he could watch her be happy. But if she were truly gone, the treasure he loved for so many years would suddenly disappear, leaving him without any memories or hope.
Gu Qili came out of the washroom, dressed in a set of clothes she had left here before, which, to her surprise, had been washed and neatly kept in the storage cabinet.
Seeing Mu Shuoqian standing in front of the sofa, motionless like a wooden stake, she had a mischievous thought. She tiptoed over and suddenly jumped out in front of him with a loud "Ah".
