Ye Wenyu smiled, sat down next to him, and said, "Don't I owe you 80 million? How about this, I'll take good care of you this month until you're discharged from the hospital, can you give me a 10 million discount?" She said playfully, smiling brightly at Lin Tingfeng.

Lin Tingfeng felt a pang of sadness upon hearing this. This girl, this girl.

But suddenly my heart felt warm, my nose inexplicably stung, and my eyes reddened.

He could only anxiously say, "Didn't we break up a long time ago? A few months ago, I told you that I was an unlucky person and that being with me would not end well. Last time you were kidnapped, and now look at me, my cancer has metastasized and I won't live for more than a few days. Why should you waste your time and youth with a dying person?"

Ye Wenyu smiled, reached out and took Lin Tingfeng's hand, saying to him, "Tingfeng, the doctor only said it might be cancer metastasis. The tumor biopsy has been sent up for examination, and there's a 50/50 chance of a good or bad result. Maybe it's a benign tumor—"

After all, in her previous life, Lin Tingfeng died directly from late-stage stomach cancer without any signs of metastasis, so she was confident.

One should not be too pessimistic. No matter how difficult things are, one should always live with hope.

Lin Tingfeng lacked confidence in himself. He said in a hoarse voice, "This might be retribution. Before I met you, I did too many wrong things. I was a bad person. Now, I want to be a good person for you, but it's too late, too late." His throat seemed to be suffering from a serious throat ailment, and his face was full of regret for the past. But back then, he truly had no way out, no way out at all.