Jiao Chen merely smiled as he gazed ahead. The expression in his twinkling eyes seemed to turn deeper, and his smile slowly vanished.
Xiaojiao was whining from the back, probably because of her uncomfortable position.
Her voice seemed to tighten the reins around his heart.
Susu!
If only we have a future. How wonderful that would be.
…
"Jiao, I really hope you would consider this carefully. At least you will still have a three to five percent chance of survival."
Jiao Chen's head was bowed as he stared at his phone. He looked forlorn and somber.
Su Yue had just finished her shower, and she walked into the room. At that moment, she spotted Jiao Chen looking rather sadly at his phone.
She hastened her footsteps towards him. "What happened?" asked Su Yue, in a concerned tone.
"I'm fine." Jiao Chen shook his head to dispel her worries. He cast his phone aside before collapsing on the bed.
