She would resent his deception and concealment, so he would leave on his own, bearing his illness, to a place where nobody knew him, to end his life.
At this moment, Lu Mojing let out a bitter laugh: "My goddess isn't just beautiful; she's also unrivaled in wisdom! I know I'm unworthy of you, and I've never had such extravagant hopes. But I do hope that you can be happy. The day when you and your child are reunited with him is not far off!"
For such a man, Bei Ran wanted to hate him but found she couldn't.
"Listen, check into the hospital. Long Fei will concoct an antidote, and Qingchen is a surgeon; he will..." Bei Ran said.
Lu Mojing shook his head: "I can handle my own illness. You go on with your things!"
"Mojing―" Bei Ran was getting a bit unhappy.
