Niya thought of many ways to tell the man about her condition: she threw the medical record card in front of him and said coldly: As you wish. Or he walked up to him with a low eyebrow, clutching the diagnostic instructions tightly in his hand, and told the other person with his humble posture that he was not going to die soon. Or...
In short, I have thought of many, many ways to make him worry and sad for me, but I am afraid that in exchange, I will be riddled with holes. So after walking for half an hour and returning to the spacious and luxurious villa, I still smiled.
Conception: