Ren Chuqing smiled, her eyelashes gently lowered, hiding the hint of bitterness at the bottom of her eyes.
A year later, she might not even last until she had nothing left.
"I... will try to fulfill the wager agreement, at least to pay back what I owe you," Ren Chuqing murmured.
Enduring the constant, faint pain in her stomach, she returned to her apartment after work.
The apartment was deserted and quiet; Ah Qing hadn't come back yet.
Ren Chuqing clutched her aching stomach, exhaustedly leaning back on the couch.
Her stomach seemed to be getting more and more painful, as if telling her that her body was indeed becoming weaker and more fragile with each passing day.
In the past, she could eat those foods with no issue, but now, she couldn't even eat half of it without feeling this discomfort!
When she died later on, how much more would her body hurt then?
