"Zuo Ying, I'm in so much pain..." Jian Yuchao was lying on the bed beam, her eyes misty and pitiful.
Zuo Ying narrowed her eyes slightly and said gently: "Second Miss, where does it hurt?"
"It's the heart! My heart hurts so much~" Jian Yuchao eagerly pulled open her collar, revealing the white softness, pointing to the position of her heart, speaking affectionately, "This place is filled with you, it hurts~"
Zuo Ying's smile faded: "Are you sick?"
"Seeking happiness!" Jian Yuchao replied decisively.
"I'm sorry." Zuo Ying nodded, then turned around and walked away quickly.
Outside the door.
"How many times has this happened?" Xu Chenyu stood up and looked at the disappearing figure.
"No less than seven times." Bo Zhen pounded the pestle without raising his head, not surprised.
"It's not just that." Chu Sheng took the last piece of pear cake from the CD and shook his head, "My wife's disease is incurable."
Bo Zhen nodded in agreement, the medicine cannot be stopped.