If this had been postponed for three more years, He Teng did not know how excited he would be. But fate had its own timing, which put him in a terrible dilemma.
"The results won't be out until tomorrow morning," He Zhilan responded briefly, "I hope it's just a problem with my body and not what I suspect!"
"What are you saying, are you happy if there is a problem with your body?" He Teng glanced at He Zhilan, "Being sick is not easy, you remember how much you hate taking medicine, don't you?"
He Zhilan touched her nose. Indeed, she had always hated taking medicine since she was a kid. Every time she fell sick, she would avoid taking medicine as much as possible, and would stealthily throw away the medicine when no one was watching. If she had to take traditional medicine, she would almost always cry while finishing it.