No, even without Yan Huan, the Su family would still have no descendants.
Yan Huan would not save her enemy. In this life, she would never let her lover know of her existence. Then Su Muran’s fate would never change.
Su Muran would still suffer from thalassemia. No one would donate her bone marrow. She would still die.
Lu Yi placed his phone on the table. When he turned around, he met Yan Huan’s clear and beautiful eyes.
She had suffered less in this lifetime, so even her gaze became much clearer.
He reached out and pinched Yan Huan’s face. “Why aren’t you sleeping?”
“I’m Looking at you.”
Yan Huan sat down and leaned into Lu Yi’s embrace. She couldn’t live without him for the rest of her life. If she really didn’t have him, she would rather commit suicide.
“What were you doing just now?”
Yan Huan pointed at Lu Yi’s phone and computer at the side. He seemed to be doing something just now, but Yan Huan was a little stupid and he couldn’t understand it.
