Si Yuan hid in her boudoir and only peeked out half of her body. She frowned and her small face was red and flustered.
She had already bled for an hour. If she continued to bleed, would she die soon!
Seeing that Zhou Yiran, who was standing in front of her, was stunned after hearing her words and was not in a hurry to reply her, Si Yuan lowered her small face. Her face was already pale from fright:
“Forget it, Brother Yiran, there’s no need for you to look. I definitely have an incurable disease. Help me call my brother, mother, and father over. Before I die... I want to tell them personally that I love them!”
As Si Yuan spoke, her tears were about to come out.
Seeing this scene, Zhou Yiran’s heart softened.
The next second, Zhou Yiran stepped forward and stretched out his hand to caress Si Yuan’s head. He changed his usual indifference in front of Si Ming and smiled as he rubbed Si Yuan’s head:
“Silly Girl, you won’t die...”
