Ren Chuqing's body suddenly stiffened, and with her rigid neck, she turned toward the source of the voice.
At the corner of the corridor, Lu Mianmian was standing there, her face pale as she looked over.
"Mianmian, why are you... here..." Ren Chuqing said hoarsely.
Lu Mianmian hurried forward, grabbing her friend's shoulder, "What on earth is going on? Why did Mr. Qin say you have less than three months to live? Are you sick? What illness?"
Ren Chuqing's lips were tightly pressed together, her eyes full of helplessness.
She had never imagined that Mianmian would find out about her illness under such circumstances. She had wanted to keep it a secret from Mianmian until several years after her death when Mianmian would gradually learn the truth.
"Chu Qing, tell me!" Lu Mianmian demanded.
Ren Chuqing's lips remained sealed.
Lu Mianmian consequently turned her head towards Qin Jingzhi standing aside, "Mr. Qin, what is really going on? Is Chu Qing sick?"
