Meng Chao Jun's lips quivered as he looked at her, his eyes still red.
"So, I can be cured?" he asked, word by word, each one seemingly hard to pronounce.
Knowing that what he needed at this moment was confidence, Chiang Xiao nodded without hesitation and said with certainty, "Of course you can be cured."
Meng Chao Jun's throat choked up, wanting to say something more, but he just couldn't manage it.
All he could do was grunt in response, and then he turned around and walked step by step toward his room.
Chiang Xiao watched his shoulders, noticing how they trembled slightly.
She held the photo album and turned to enter her room.
In fact, she didn't know if Meng Chao Jun felt any gratitude toward her, but what she wanted wasn't his gratitude; she just wanted Meng Xinian to return from his mission without feeling as heavy as a mountain in his heart.
Moreover, if Meng Chao Jun were to die at this moment, it might create an unresolvable knot in Meng Xinian's life.