There was a distinct sheen of tears in her eyes, and her gaze was filled with stubborn persistence.
Those eyes, clearly defined in black and white, were so large and bright that he absolutely couldn’t lie to her face.
Leng Zimo inhaled, exhaled, inhaled again, exhaled again... His lips trembled, unable to form words.
After a long while, he finally spoke with difficulty.
"There’s a tumor in my head," Yizhou said, "It might be malignant, and I need to undergo surgery."
Although seeing him in that state, Luo Xiaoqian had already guessed that it wasn’t sothing simple, but hearing the truth still made her uncontrollably cry. She hugged him tightly again, her face pressed against his neck, tears flowing abundantly.
Leng Zimo hugged her tightly once more, feeling her tears soak through his hair, his throat choked with words that wouldn’t co out, his eyes heating up continuously. After taking several deep breaths, he managed to control his emotions.
"Don’t worry too much, it’s actually not a very serious illness, just a surgery..."
"You’re talking nonsense, Leng Zimo, big liar, big fool!" Luo Xiaoqian released him again, "And then, what were you planning to do, hide it from forever, find an excuse to send away, and have the surgery quietly by yourself?!"
Leng Zimo lowered his face, not daring to look into her eyes, "I..."
"What do you an, say sothing!" Luo Xiaoqian cried and asked.
Hesitantly, Leng Zimo said, "I... I didn’t want to tell you."
"What do you an you didn’t want to tell , were you planning to keep it from for a lifeti..." At this point, Luo Xiaoqian suddenly choked, took a step back, trembling all over as she looked at him, "What were you and Jiao Yang discussing?"
"We..."
"Speak!" Luo Xiaoqian roared angrily.
"I... I wanted him to take care of you."
He wanted Jiao Yang to take care of her, and also said he would never tell her?!
No wonder Jiao Yang was acting weird, no wonder Leng Zimo proactively sent Jiao Yang away, they were indeed plotting together to deceive her.
"He’s not my husband, why should he take care of ?" Luo Xiaoqian raised her hand, grabbing his collar, "You bastard Leng Zimo, what the hell are you planning for , handing over to him to take care of, what do you an by that, speak up!"
Leng Zimo wore an expression of guilt, not daring to look at her, "That’s right, I’m a bastard, Xiao Qian, I don’t deserve your love, you should leave , Jiao Yang is a good man, he will take good care of you!"
"You big fool, I’m going to wake you up right now!"
Luo Xiaoqian’s right hand suddenly lifted, stopping abruptly half a foot from his face.
This man, she knew him inside out.
Unless it was absolutely necessary, how could he possibly push her away.
If he wasn’t afraid he couldn’t take care of her well for the rest of his life, would he do this?!
How could she truly bear to hit him, she lunged forward, hugging him again, her small fists angrily pounding his chest and shoulders, "You promised you’d never let go of my hand, how dare you think of giving up on . It’s just a tumor, what’s there to be afraid of, we will have the surgery, we’ll treat it, Zimo, we’re not short on money, we can cure it, why would you think like that..."
"Xiao Qian!" Leng Zimo tightened his arms around her, "I’m scared, I’m really scared of seeing you sad, I hate myself, I don’t want to give up on you, I really don’t want to, but I can’t be that selfish..."
"Do you really think I would give up on you, the man I love is you, don’t you know that..."
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