“Okay.” His eyes sparkled with anticipation.
Yuan Doudou took the bowl and saw that the fish meat had been eaten down to just the head and bones, and her heart sank.
This person is surprisingly obedient.
"An Rong, look at me and tell me the truth, do you have an incurable disease?" After hesitating for a long time, Yuan Doudou decided to be direct.
An Rong looked up, her dark eyes sparkling with starlight.
"Did you hear that?" He noticed it the moment Yuan Doudou appeared at the door.
When he talked to Li Tianlang, he deliberately made sure to get to the point.
Even if she heard it, it wouldn't matter.
However, you should indulge in more daydreaming.
“Yes, Dr. Li has a point. The most important thing for a couple is honesty. As long as we are not divorced, we are still husband and wife.” Yuan Doudou’s eyes were bright and unwavering.
An Rong gazed into her eyes, which were bright, moist, and captivating.
She has a baby face and looks younger than her actual age, but her eyes have the demeanor of a female general.
Domineering and decisive.
"So, you have to tell me the truth."
An Rong hesitated slightly. What good would telling the truth do? It wouldn't change anything.
However, since she had already asked, she knew she couldn't hide it from him anymore.
"DouDou, I really am dying soon." An Rong lowered her eyes, concealing a trace of sorrow.
He risked his life to escape, just to see her one last time.
Yuan Doudou's heart trembled; it really was true.
What kind of bad luck is this? She came as a widow, and then thought things were turning around, but now that she's here again, her days are numbered.
The system, the space—it has nothing.
They don't even have the luck of a lucky koi fish.
I'm so unlucky.
Yuan Doudou mentally complained for a moment, but still managed to calm herself down and not disturb the patient's mood.
He must be feeling terrible knowing his situation.
After all, he was the one who was going to die.
"Anrong, Dr. Li's medical skills are superb, he will definitely cure you. You must be strong." Yuan Doudou was full of confidence. Li Tianlang's character was questionable, but his medical skills were universally acknowledged, so there shouldn't be too much of a problem.
He only suffered a few knife wounds; how could he possibly be dying?
An Rong smiled, enduring the pain, and tried her best to cooperate.
"Okay, I'll listen to you." His smile was like a flower blooming by a mountain stream, bright, beautiful, and fragrant.
Yuan Doudou was stunned.
In the past, she would be infatuated with a man's good physique and would want to hug and kiss him.
Now, I'm captivated by a smile.
She was so engrossed in watching that she didn't even realize two streams of blood were flowing from her nose.
"DouDou, you're bleeding!" An Rong exclaimed.
"Huh? What?" Yuan Doudou belatedly realized what was happening, rubbed her nose with her hand, and saw a bright red stain.
Instantly, her face burned, becoming even redder than the blood.
"Well, it's dry weather, so it's a minor issue with yin deficiency and yang excess." Yuan Doudou was so embarrassed she could dig a three-bedroom apartment out of her toes.
She had been with countless men, yet she developed a crush on another woman's husband and even left behind evidence.
I've made a complete fool of myself.
Yin deficiency and yang excess? Isn't that a term used to describe men?
An Rong curled her lips, seemingly lost in the heat and starting to misuse words.
"Let me wipe it for you." He took out a handkerchief with a faintly embroidered orchid on it.
"I'll wipe it myself." Yuan Doudou snatched the handkerchief, opened it, and was about to wipe when she realized it looked familiar.
This was embroidered by the original owner and given to An Rong as a wedding gift.
A clivia is embroidered on a white brocade, with its emerald green leaves arranged in distinct layers.
The stitches are delicate, and the needlework is superb.
Damn it, the original owner's maid was so good, she couldn't compare at all.
"What's wrong?" An Rong kept looking at her, noticing that her face was turning red and white in turns, and he was a little worried.
Yuan Doudou snapped out of her thoughts, smiled and shook her head: "It's nothing, it's just that seeing this handkerchief reminded me of the past."
"You always carry this handkerchief with you?" she asked in return.
An Rong nodded silently, a smile in his eyes.
He recalled an incident when he was in the army. He went to the river to bathe, and his handkerchief, which he had placed inside his clothes, was taken away.
He didn't even bother to put on his clothes, and ran naked for more than ten laps before finally catching up with the handkerchief and beating the thief black and blue.
Fortunately, there were no female relatives in the army, otherwise they would have lost all face.
Yuan Doudou felt a pang of sadness. He must really like the original owner, right? That's why he treasured the things she gave him, keeping them so well that they looked brand new.
She returned the handkerchief, then took out a rough handkerchief from her pocket and wiped the blood from her nose.
"You should keep this handkerchief; it'll be hard to wash if it gets dirty." She wasn't used to using a white handkerchief to wipe things clean.
An Rong didn't think much of it, taking it as a reminder to cherish her gift.
He tucked the handkerchief into his chest; it was the safest spot, and closest to him.
Yuan Doudou's eyes reddened, feeling superfluous, like a third party.
I'm really curious how those time travelers in novels can sleep with the original owner's man without feeling guilty.
God knows, if it weren't for the fact that he was seriously injured, she really would have pounced on him.
But he was the original owner's husband, which is a hurdle.
There will always be some unease in my mind.
It feels like knowing someone is a third party and acting like one.
Upon closer reflection, something seems amiss. Since she has entered the original owner's body, she is now her, and regardless of birth, aging, sickness, or death, she must live in place of the original owner.
The original owner's son is her son, and her husband is naturally hers too.
This is an objective reality that cannot be changed.
Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. Didn't you hear? Her husband is about to die.
What's the use of being good-looking? What's the use of having seven-pack abs? What's the use of having long legs, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a perky butt?
Utterly useless.
Looking at her pouting little mouth, pink and tender, she was sighing three times, her breath as fragrant as orchids.
I have this inexplicable urge.
He was unwilling to accept it.
He hated that wicked woman to the core. She used despicable means to take his body, poisoned him, and the antidote was still inside her. To survive, he had to have sex with her again.
He would rather die than submit.
Being tricked once is already a fatal humiliation; how can we let her succeed again?
How could he tell DouDou all this?
She is like a lotus flower emerging from clear water; do not defile her ears.
This is the real reason he proposed a divorce.
Deep down, he felt dirty and unworthy of the pure and innocent DouDou.
Yuan Doudou was speechless for a moment and could only try to find a topic to talk about.
"Brother Wang brought over some quail. I'll make soup for you. I'll keep it there so it can lay lots of eggs. I'll cook it for you." It's rare to catch a female quail.
“While you were gone, my godmother and the others took good care of us. Before my mother passed away, she asked my godmother to look after us.”
"I found you on the mountain, and I asked them to come up the mountain and carry you back."
Listening to her rambling, An Rong's heart sank.
Should he not have come back and disturbed their peaceful life?
"You like him?" An Rong asked calmly.
"Who? Brother Wang?"
Yuan Doudou was puzzled; what kind of "like" did he mean?
“He’s a very nice person. Even if people who don’t like him don’t hate him, they won’t dislike him,” she blurted out.
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