"Miss Song," the woman greeted first.

Upon getting closer, Yunxi finally saw the person in front of her clearly. In the next instant, those nauseating images that she had almost forgotten flooded back into her mind.

She suddenly clutched her chest, instinctively took two steps back, grabbed Rong Youze's hand, and turned to leave.

Rong Youze gave the woman in front of him a deep look.

“Miss Song, he is sick…” Wanwan shouted anxiously.

The day before he went on his second mission, while she was tidying up his room, she accidentally found his diagnosis report—late-stage liver cancer.

He kept it a secret from everyone for so long, and he endured it all by himself. How did he manage to get through it all?

That day, she was cooking in the kitchen while sobbing uncontrollably. Why did this happen? He was such a good person, why did he have to live such a miserable life? Why do evil people live so long, while good people don't?! Why?!

Yunxi froze as if struck by lightning, her fists clenching and unclenching as if she were waging a fierce battle against the unbearable bitterness in her heart, and her eyes felt as if they were being pierced by thousands of fine needles at the same time.

She took a deep breath, slowly turned around, her eyes as cold as ice, her voice as sharp as a knife.

"What? Why are you telling me he's sick? Does he need my help because he's broke?" Yunxi forced a bitter smile.

“No problem, he is a people’s hero, and we entrepreneurs have an unshirkable responsibility to pay for him. I will cover all his expenses.”

As she spoke, she took out a business card from her bag and handed it to Wanwan, her lips slightly raised and her eyebrows slightly furrowed. "This is my business card. If you two have any difficulties, please contact me anytime. If there's nothing else, we'll be going now."

She tried her best to maintain a dignified demeanor, nodding and smiling, but the moment she turned away, tears streamed down her face like beads from a broken string. The warm tears fell onto Rong Youze's hand, burning his heart.

This is a scar on her heart, almost healed, but rubbing salt into it still hurts...

Yunxi pulled Rong Youze's hand and walked faster and faster, her steps becoming increasingly unsteady, almost tripping over herself.

Rong Youze reacted quickly, grabbing her and gently cupping her face in his hands, as if it were a priceless piece of porcelain.

Looking at her red, swollen eyes, he felt a dull ache in his heart, for her and for himself.

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