Xiaoling was visibly stunned. However, her expression went from flustered to furious within mere seconds.
"And what makes you think I'll accept a liar?" Xiaoling scoffed.
Weisheng smiled, "So, you would accept me if I stop lying? Is that a confession?"
Xiaoling cheeks flushed, "What even-" She sighed and stood up, holding her hips in annoyance, "Wishful thinking!"
Xiaoling scoffed and left his room. Weisheng sighed deeply as soon as she left. He was able to change the topic with his confession. However, he knew it wouldn't last long. He looked at the ceiling of his room and sighed.
"Mengzhen," Weisheng called his subordinate.
Mengzhen appeared before him instantly, "At your service."
"When will this sickness go away?" Weisheng asked.
Mengzhen looked down, "Aren't you aware already?" He asked, "Why ask me?"
"So you can give me false hope," Weisheng sighed, "Tell me I can live."
