"Qiu Mo."
"Hm?"
"Actually, I have a terminal illness."
"Ah??"
Ji Yun thought it over and decided that this was still the most effective formula to use on Qiu Mo.
"Shall we take a walk? I'll explain it to you slowly?" Ji Yun glanced at Principal Wang's wife and suggested.
"Okay." Qiu Mo nodded.
After changing into a pair of white sneakers, Qiu Mo followed Ji Yun to the creek.
The stream was still somewhat muddy, not exactly fitting the mood, but the lush willows looked particularly beautiful against the slowly darkening sky.
"That day, I found out about my problem in the hospital. I was in an extreme state of agitation when I said those things to you. It was too abrupt, and I'm truly sorry." Ji Yun adjusted his demeanor.
Even though he had already said these words to Qiu Mo many times before.
But this time, it was particularly hard for Ji Yun to say them.
