In the morning, when Xu Jinzhi learned of the signs of atrophy in Xie Yanchuan's calf, she didn't cry, nor did she cry when she was scalded by boiling water or when she cut her finger on glass. Her hand hurt a lot when she treated the wound, yet she still didn't cry.
But at this moment, a single sentence from Xu Zhen made Xu Jinzhi's eyes instantly well up with tears that she couldn't help but let spill over.
Xu Jinzhi cried silently, her vision blurring as she looked at Xu Zhen and said in a tiny voice, "I know."
She knew Xie Yanchuan wanted her to live well, and she also wanted to live well, just like in her previous life.
But she couldn't do it.
As soon as she thought about the fact that it was she who should have died, whether in her previous life or this one, that the one who should have died had always been her, and that Xie Yanchuan died for her, she could no longer live as she did in her previous life!
