"Not very good, the attacks are getting worse. At that moment, I wish I could... just die."
Zhao Jiangning's face appeared a bit pale.
When the illness strikes, it's as if ten thousand knives are cutting her flesh, and inside her, there's a pain like thousands of snakes biting her heart.
Except for her left hand, her whole body is in pain.
At that moment, she wished she was already dead.
That would be a release.
Unlike now, living is worse than dying.
"It's all your fault. If you had come earlier, elder sister wouldn't have suffered so much."
Zhao Fujin opened the lunch box, took out the glutinous rice balls, and scooped one into her mouth with a spoon.
When she bit into it and the sesame syrup filling flowed out, Zhao Fujin's eyes squinted slightly, holding her tongue and said, "It's sweet, and tastes really good. What did you say it's called again?"
As if she had forgotten about Chen Mo arriving late.
Zhao Jiangning: "..."
