A faint, gentle smile appeared on Song Yansheng's lips as she slowly said, "I don't have much time left, you know that."

No, that won't happen.

Mu Xiaocheng shook her head vigorously; she refused to accept the facts, even though they were right in front of her.

Yan Sheng is such a good person. He and Ling Ge are not married yet, they don't have children yet, he has a bright future and a promising life ahead of him, and so many people care about him. He can't die...

"Please do me one last favor."

Song Yansheng's voice was already very weak.

He tried to stay awake, looking at Mu Xiaocheng pleadingly.

"Help me lie to her one last time."

His time was truly running out. He knew his body better than anyone else. Although he didn't want to leave this world like this, there was no hope left.

"Do you know that if she knew you were just going to leave her all alone, she would die?"

Mu Xiaocheng understands Su Xiaoling very well, and she knows that feeling better than anyone else.

The person you love dies, and you are powerless to stop it.

She understood Ling Ge; he was just like her, and such a blow would break her.

Song Yansheng gave a pale smile, then suddenly stretched out her hand and opened her palm.

A ring lay prominently in his palm.

"Give her the engagement ring for me. Tell her I'm going to get treatment. I'll come back when I'm better and marry her."

He wanted to give her hope, a hope that could never come true.

He knew that if she found out he was no longer alive, she would do something foolish.

He wanted to give her hope to live.

He believed that she would live well for his sake.

Upon hearing his words, Mu Xiaocheng's tears began to stream down her face.

Ji Huaishen stood beside her, holding her hand tightly with heartache.

Silent companionship.

"Xiao Cheng, promise me. Never tell her."

—

Autumn seems to have come earlier than usual this year.

The summer temperature suddenly dropped.

It carried a slight chill.

In the courtyard behind Grandpa Meng's clinic, Song Yansheng sat in her wheelchair, quietly looking at the big tree in front of her.

The autumn wind came out, carrying a rustling sound.

He suddenly remembered the first time he met her.

Everyone assumed that Su Xiaoling had fallen in love with him at first sight, but little did they know that he had fallen in love with her before she did.

He was nineteen years old that year and was in college.

Because of his poor health, he rarely stayed at school except for exams.

Even when going out, I wear a mask.

Yangpu didn't go with him that day; he was preparing to go home after finishing his exam.

Before even leaving the school gate, I felt unwell and dizzy.

He leaned against the wall, trying not to let anyone notice his unusual behavior.

He didn't want anyone to know that the eldest son of the Song family was such a sickly person.

Then she appeared.

She noticed something was wrong with him and rushed over to support him, asking, "What's wrong, classmate?"

Her voice was beautiful, like an elf's, striking his heart.

"Did you stay up all night studying for final exams and skip breakfast? Is that why you have low blood sugar?"

"Low blood sugar can be deadly sometimes. Even though you're preparing for an exam, don't push yourself so hard. Failing a course is fine, as long as you don't fail your major..."

She whispered in his ear, just like his former life skills teacher.

After she finished speaking, she took out a small bag of candy from her bag.

She took out a piece of candy, unwrapped it, and held it to his lips.

Have a piece of candy.