It was as if she had heard some terrifying news, Shen Ning's face drained of color, and she stared blankly at Shen Yan.
"It's impossible, you're so healthy, how could you have a terminal illness..."
"Do you want to know how I got this?" Shen Yan curled her legs, placed her powerless hand on her knee, and leaned her bloodstained face, smiling brilliantly.
Yet, it was precisely such a scene that made Shen Ning feel scared and heartbroken, along with an indescribable sense of unease.
Her instincts told her not to listen further, nor to ask more.
But her brain couldn't keep up with her mouth, and as soon as Shen Yan asked, Shen Ning subconsciously asked, "How did you get it?"
Shen Yan gestured with her hand, "Come closer."
Shen Ning hesitated slightly but still approached, and Shen Yan's chilling words came from beside her ear, "It was your dear mother who bestowed this upon me, she made my life a living hell."
