But now that she suddenly knew she might not make it, the thing she wanted to hear the most was something definite, optimistic about her illness, yet Duan Qingqing never said these things. Why was Meng Chaojun still coaxing her and indulging her?
Chiang Xiao actually didn't quite understand what Duan Qingqing really wanted to do.
"Let's go, let's go. It'll be peaceful once we leave. Little, you still have to go back to school for classes in the afternoon, right?"
"Yes. But I'll come back early. I'll apply to move out of the dormitory, for special circumstances, they'll agree."
"Ah, you've worked hard," Old Meng sighed.
Meng Baoyuan came out, glanced at Chiang Xiao, and also said to Old Meng, "Great-uncle, I'll head back first, I'll come over again in the afternoon. I'll go and tell grandfather to have one of the aunts come over and help for a few days."
Old Meng waved his hand weakly, not saying whether it was good or bad.
