"Meinan?"
Shen Xingzhu paused in her steps.
At this moment, Chen Kuang seemed to understand why Shen Xingzhu hadn't killed him; it must be because the person in front of him was not Shen Xingzhu, but Shen Meinan!
He said, "Meinan, how did you switch back with your sister? Luckily you arrived in time, otherwise I would have been killed by your sister."
Shen Xingzhu walked forward expressionlessly, her voice cold:
"Stop talking if you don't know what to say."
Chen Kuang smiled briefly and then restrained himself, coughed twice, and sighed with a woeful expression:
"Meinan, I'm dying."
He cozied up pitifully to Shen Xingzhu's cheek and said, "Xiaomei Nan, I promised you before that I'd come find you in three years."
"At that time, I thought that if you still liked me in three years, I would marry you."
"But now... I don't have that much time left."
Shen Xingzhu slowed her pace reflexively when she reached the hospital room door, hearing him say:
"Do you still like me?"
