Coming back from the hospital, Lu Fengxuan had been tense the entire way.
By now, that string of reason within her had completely snapped.
Without waiting for Yu Chiyin to speak, her eyes reddened as she continued:
"I'm your wife, so why did I have to learn about your poor health from someone else's lips? Have you ever considered my feelings? Do you know how terrible it makes me feel?"
"Do you have any idea how, when I heard Lu Sirong say you wouldn't live past thirty, my mind buzzed loudly, as if someone hammered my chest with all their might? I went numb, I was stunned, I lost all sensation."
Yu Chiyin felt an immense heartache and stretched out his hand to embrace her, "Axuan..."
"Don't move, just stand there, and don't speak first. Let me finish," she said.
Lu Fengxuan took two wary steps back, glanced at him hurriedly with tearful eyes, and then quickly turned away.
She took a moment before asking, "Now tell me, when did you first discover your illness?"
