"What do you love about me?" Pei Yan lowered his head as if sighing, "You don't love me who supports your family, you don't love me who works hard with you, you don't love me who loves you with all my life, why do you say you love me now that I am seriously ill and dying soon?" Gu Shicen's voice became softer and softer, as if he was choking. He turned his head and sighed, "You said you love me, what do you love me~"
Gu Shicen stared blankly at Pei Yan on the bed. He used to be such a strong person, but now he was lying weakly on the hospital bed, like an old man who was late in life and seemed to have no attachment to life. Gu Shicen looked at Pei Yan's pale sleeping face, stretched out his trembling hand and touched Pei Yan's face. Unable to bear it anymore, he lay down beside the bed and cried loudly.
Every word Pei Yan said was like a knife engraved in Gu Shicen's heart, and each cut was dripping with blood.