The medicine she had been taking for three years turned out to be...
Du Ruiyao didn't know that the dark Chinese medicine he took every month was mixed with He Junlin's blood.
Seven days a month for three years.
She only knew that her body was getting better and better, but his complexion was getting worse and worse. All she knew was that the eyes he was looking at her were getting hotter and hotter, but she didn't dare to look back.
Until he slapped her and left angrily.
Until Liu's mother cried and told her: "The head of the family is about to die."
Only then did she realize that she had fallen in love with him unknowingly over the past three years.
On her birthday night, he put a handmade necklace on her, lit candles, and asked her to make a wish. Then he took out the deed of sale from the bottom of the box—the one she signed three years ago—and held it close to the candlelight.
"From today on, you are free."
She watched the paper burn to ashes and burst into tears.
"He Junlin, I don't want freedom. I want you."
But how long can he live?
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I saw it by chance and listened to it for a while. The writing is so delicate that I couldn't stop reading it.
I saw it by chance and listened to it for a while. The writing is so delicate that I couldn't stop reading it.