"Tang Rao, what's wrong? Are you okay?"
Wen Jinjin couldn't stand Tang Rao looking at him with those deep eyes.
"I'm fine, but Jinjin, there's something I want to tell you."
Tang Rao took a deep breath and said to Wen Jinjin, "I'm sorry, actually I have wives, so I'm not the kind of devoted man, and I can't give you all my love. I hid this from you, making you only find out the truth now."
As Tang Rao spoke, he started slapping himself. This wasn't necessary, and once he did, Wen Jinjin started crying uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face.
"It's okay, really, it's all okay. I haven't told you that I'm sick and may not live for many more years, so I still hope you have more women around you. This way, when I pass away, you won't be so sad."
Wen Jinjin burst into tears, inadvertently exposing her condition.
Tang Rao, who had been slapping himself, stopped immediately and stared at Wen Jinjin in shock, "What? You're sick?"
