An Ke reached out and held her hands, “Xiang’er, I’ve wanted to tell you many things for a long time. When my mother had this illness, I was young, but I remember from the diagnosis to her passing, there was only half a year.”
“Why bring this up?” Leng Xiang smiled forcibly.
“I know very well how likely this illness is to be cured. I’m not giving up, nor am I losing hope, I’m just facing reality.” An Ke gripped her hands more tightly, “Do you know who I’ll miss the most?”
Leng Xiang nodded, “I know.”
An Ke’s pale face blushed slightly, revealing a sweet smile: “I don’t know how much he loves me, I only know that I love him very deeply. Initially, I was gnashing my teeth in hatred, hating his domineering nature, his self-importance, his arrogance, hating that he left me no way out… Yet this man I hated so much somehow entered my heart, and from some unknown point, his every move began to touch every nerve of mine. I always thought I hated him. When I saw him on TV holding Pei Xuan Zhi’s hand, saying he loved her, saying I was just a game to him, my heart nearly shattered, but I could only tell myself that I hated him… The days with him were more painful than sweet, but I don’t regret a thing, not meeting him, and even less regretting loving him.” Her long eyelashes flickered, glistening with tears: “Only you, Xiang’er, can understand my feelings, because you love him just like I do.”
“I understand, I understand your feelings,” Leng Xiang patted An Ke’s hand consolingly, “Don’t think too much, everything will be alright. Drink your medicine quickly before it gets cold and loses its effectiveness.”
An Ke smiled through her tears, “Xiang’er, the only one who can give him happiness now is you, so please make sure to make him happy.”
“No, only you can give him happiness,” Leng Xiang smiled painfully, “Because you’re the only one in his heart. He loves you but is afraid to love you, fearing that giving his whole heart will lead to betrayal.”
