"Has Han Chuyuan ever matched for a transplant?" Qin Jingzhi suddenly said.
Ren Chuqing turned to look at Qin Jingzhi. "I had no intention of telling Xiao Yuan about this, nor did I plan on asking Xiao Yuan to get tested, so I hope you won't bring this up again. I'll manage my illness on my own!"
"What do you mean, 'manage on your own'?" Lu Mianmian's tears swirled in her eyes. "Don't you want to live a little longer? Do you really think that living to this age is enough? Is there really no one in this world worth staying for, someone for whom you want to desperately keep living?"
"I'm sorry, Mianmian…" Ren Chuqing said softly. If possible, she also wished to live longer, to grow old with her friend, and become two little old ladies who would stroll through the streets together, chatting about the amusing stories of their grandchildren's generation.
But in her life, she always seemed to lose what she desired.
Family, love, kinship…
