She probably wouldn't.
Who would like a sick person?
And since he didn't even have a healthy and normal body now, what right did he have to think about things that shouldn't be?
"Sister, can my disease really be cured?" Qiao Chen's eyes were dull and unconfident. "When I was in junior high school, a classmate had the same disease as me. He had surgery too, and also went through several treatments. But… he still died."
"Sister."
Looking up, Qiao Chen's dark and clear eyes were covered with a layer of mist. His young voice was a little choked. "Would I… But… I can't bear to leave you."
"Chen Chen, don't talk nonsense." Qiao Mianmian frowned, reached out, and hugged the young boy's thin body. Stroking his finely cut hair with one hand, she choked. "Heart disease can be cured. You won't end up the same as your classmate.
