"Nan, you need to be mentally prepared," Ailin said, looking at Nan Mufeng with sympathy.
Nan Mufeng's expression darkened, "What kind of mental preparation?"
"Jian Xi's body might never recover. Ah," Ailin sighed with feigned sadness, "I've asked the doctors, they've been researching for a month and can't figure out a solution."
"So..."
"If you insist on marrying her, you'll never become a father in this lifetime."
Nan Mufeng's thin lips curled into a half-smile as he looked at Ailin, "I don't mind. It seems to me that you mind more than I do."
Ailin, hit where it hurt, choked on her words, but quickly responded with a smile, "We're comrades-in-arms, I'm considering this for your sake."
"Well, thank you for that. But from now on, please stop considering things for us." Nan Mufeng's voice became heavy, and his eyes were sharp, "Consider Yuan Fei more, I think you two are quite a match."
