Though they shared a bed, it was just a night spent in each other's arms.
Nothing else could have possibly happened.
Shen Bijun simply didn't understand the dependence Rong Rong had on Doctor Xu. She couldn't fathom how a woman could love a man to the extent of forsaking her own life.
But as she held Chu Yanshen and listened to the heartbeat in his chest, she seemed to grasp something.
"What are you thinking about?"
Chu Yanshen asked.
"I'm thinking that if you died, I probably wouldn't die of grief," Shen Bijun said frankly. "After all, besides you, I still have many other loved ones in this world. And even without them, life is precious—I would cherish it."
Chu Yanshen's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but flick her nose, "Can't you hope for something good for me?"
Who talks about death like it's nothing?
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Without another word, the next day arrived.
When Shen Bijun opened her eyes, she found herself face-to-face with a perfect visage at close range.
