“You really can save him?” interrogated Old Lady Fang.
Since she had learned of what Miss Jun had said, this was the first time she had asked her anything. After all, asking her anything meant that she believed her.
“I want to try, for myself,” said Miss Jun. “I have died before.”
When she said this, she paused, seeming to sink into reverie. Her voice wasn’t all that cheerful.
She was referring to when she had hanged herself in the inn; death was definitely not a joyous topic.
Old Lady Fang and Lady Fang thought of the doctor they had asked to see Jun Zhenzhen after she returned from Beiliu. The doctor had described the marks on Jun Zhenzhen’s neck.
Sufficiently fatal.
The feeling of practically dying must have definitely been hard to bear.
“I do not want to taste the flavor once again,” Miss Jun said next. “I want to live well and spend my days happily. That’s why I must save Little Cousin and let him support the Fang Family so I may rely on you.”
