Yan Huan sized up the current Su Muran. Her illness was so incurable that others could easily tell, but her own feelings were even more direct.
She wanted to live so badly, but in the end, no matter how hard she tried, the only result was death. She would die in the most painful and cruel way.
Who could she blame? No one could blame anyone. If she wanted to blame someone, she should blame herself for having such a disease. If she wanted to forcefully take someone else’s life, of course, Su Muran was destined to die early.
Su Muran sneered. “How did I become like this? Don’t you know that if I asked you to damage my bone marrow earlier, I would be like this?”
“Why should I donate my bone marrow to you? Do I owe you anything?”Yan Huan suddenly smiled. This smile hurt Su Muran’s face and her heart.
