As time went by, Lin Yifan grew weaker and his complexion worsened compared to before; moreover, his heart rate also gradually slowed down.
Knowing that his end was near, Lin Yifan called over Zhou Jiajia and An Qi to discuss some matters.
"If I continue like this, will you still love me?" Lin Yifan asked weakly.
Gazing at the increasingly pallid elderly man on the bed, Zhou Jiajia and An Qi were deeply saddened; they were terrified that Lin Yifan would silently pass away, leaving them to rely on each other in solitude until the end of their days.
"Yes! No matter what you become, I will still love you," Zhou Jiajia responded with tears in her eyes and a broken heart.
"Me too. As long as you don't drive me away or despise me, I will always be by your side to take care of you, accompany you, and protect you," An Qi replied promptly.
Lin Yifan had saved her life; if she were to abandon a man like him, she was doomed never to find happiness.
