Mo Sichen sat by the window, gazing at the scenery outside, holding a pen in his hand, sketching...
The woman in the drawing wasn't complete yet, but the outline was faintly discernible.
"Brother." Mo Yuchen spoke, breaking the silence in the room.
"Didn't I tell you not to come again?" Mo Sichen turned his head upon hearing the voice, noticing Xia Yunsheng was there too.
The woman he missed so desperately was standing right before him.
He stiffened for a moment, "Sheng, why are you here?"
His tone still conveyed the appearance of indifference.
However... his figure looked utterly haggard.
Xia Yunsheng said, "Yuchen mentioned Mr. Mo was here, so I came to check on you."
Mo Sichen curled his lips slightly, "You must be very busy looking after your child every day. There's no need to waste time on someone like me who's already dying."
In his eyes, life and death seemed insignificant.
Xia Yunsheng stared at him, "You're just planning to give up like this?"
