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He looked at the ceiling, his voice barely above a whisper, "You knew, you clearly knew I was so desperately searching for you, and yet you chose not to see me until your death, right? Not even till death?"
The sense of unwillingness, reluctance, and powerlessness before her death in the past life was especially vivid and profound at this moment.
Mu Lingyun didn't know why, but hearing his murmur and seeing the way he looked at the ceiling made her feel as if her heart was being fiercely gripped, a stifling, painful sensation.
She wanted to hold him, to kiss him, to comfort him.
Yet things clearly weren't so serious, they clearly weren't that serious, so why did she feel so awful?
"That's not it," she said as she reached out to caress his face, hurriedly explaining, "I didn't tell you because I wasn't sure I could cure you. As soon as I'm sure I can, I'll definitely tell you right away."
