He then put his hand down and said, "The treatment is more effective than I expected, but your illness over the years has damaged your health. It will take at least a year and a half to fully recover. As long as you don't abuse your body, you can live quite a long time."

Song Qingyou stared blankly at her wrist, feeling a sense of relief, but also as if she were in a dream.

Was she really cured?

Having lived a life with the scythe of death hanging over her head, it was as if the tension that had been constantly on her nerves had finally been released when someone suddenly told her that she wouldn't die.

She suddenly wanted to do so many things.

Seeing that she was in a daze, Yun Nian didn't disturb her and went about her own business.

All of this was within his expectations. He knew it, and Fu Wenzhou knew it too. Only Song Qingyou herself had always cooperated with his treatment with a carefree attitude.

Perhaps because she had been disappointed too many times, she dared not hold onto hope anymore, and Yun Nian and Fu Wenzhou never mentioned these things in front of her.

After leaving home, Song Qingyou made an appointment with Jiang Xun and Yan Miao.

The three of them found a quiet teahouse. After Song Qingyou explained her idea to the two, Yan Miao suddenly burst out laughing, almost spitting her mouthful of tea all over Jiang Xun's face.

She hurriedly covered her mouth while pulling out her wedding dress to wipe it, apologizing all the while: "I'm sorry, sister-in-law. No, Qingyou, what did you say? Say it again? Did I hear wrong? You're going to arrange a wedding as a surprise for Fu Wenzhou? I mean, you two are really something. Who would be so nice as to use a wedding as a surprise? Isn't it more fun to prepare and participate together?"

Jiang Xun's reaction was relatively calmer: "It's quite interesting too."

If she likes someone, she'll give them anything—proposal, wedding—as long as it makes them happy.