"That goes without saying, my family... has a lot of money."
"Okay, I'll do as you say."
Zhuo Ya finished speaking, her heart ached with a tearing pain.
Was she really... still going to die?
She had thought she'd been saved.
In the end, she still couldn't escape the fate of death.
Gu Yanting, I'm sorry!
Three o'clock in the afternoon.
Xu Zigui wasn't in Zhuo Ya's hospital room, keeping vigil over Zhuo Ya.
Since Zhuo Ya had been hospitalized, Xu Zigui hadn't even gone to school, running to Zhuo Ya's side every day.
Zhuo Ya was very clear about what Xu Zigui was thinking.
Her heart felt inexplicably sour.
And Xu Jincheng hadn't stopped Xu Zigui, as if letting him indulge in his feelings for Zhuo Ya unchecked.
"Miss Zhuo, where are you going? You are very weak now; you can't leave the hospital."
Zhuo Ya composed herself, got up from the bed, and as she was leaving the ward, a nurse who saw her hurriedly called out to her.
Zhuo Ya coughed and looked at the nurse.