She suddenly thought about a popular drama from some country ten years ago, where the heroine suffers from a terminal illness and the family's reactions started her imagination running wild. Could she have a terminal illness too?
She withdrew her gaze from Shu Jiao and their room, mysteriously approached Xiu Xi, turned to look at him, only to meet his eyes watching her intently. He really did look like someone watching a terminally ill person—they might not be able to look at them much longer.
"Brother Xiu, I have a question for you, please don't lie to me, okay?"
Xiu Xi looked at her, waiting for her to ask.
Ruan Jiaojiao tugged at her clothes, nervously: "Do I have a terminal illness or something, the kind that can't be cured?" She didn't expect to have the fate of a heroine, but she ended up with the heroine's illness. How tragic.
"..." Xiu Xi.
"..." Rou Rou scooted its big butt away in distaste, shifting to the side a little.
