A few minutes later, Liu Mingxing came out as if nothing had happened, picked up the chopsticks, and continued eating.
But the atmosphere inevitably fell silent.
After lunch, Liu Yi went to the kitchen to wash the dishes, and then went to the bathroom.
While washing his hands, his gaze fell on a smear of red on the sink that hadn't been completely washed away.
Liu Mingxing was sick.
He had known for a long time.
But since Liu Mingxing wouldn't tell him, he pretended he didn't know.
However, he didn't know she was already so severely ill.
Liu Yi gently closed the door, crouched in the bathroom, and silently cried into his fist.
He really hated himself, wondering if she would still be that carefree Liu Mingxing if he hadn't brought her and that person together. Maybe things wouldn't have turned out this way.
It was all his fault.
