Song Yanxue's tears slid from the corners of her eyes. "Why? What's wrong with me?" she said. She was more beautiful than Song Yan Ning, more outstanding; where was she lacking?
"Everything is lacking," Qin Yushen said, hearing knocking from outside and stepping out of the room.
Song Yanxue clenched her teeth, unwillingly watching Qin Yushen's retreating back. You are mine, only mine.
Shortly after, Qin Yushen returned with an elderly man.
"Uncle Qian, her condition is just as I described to you," Qin Yushen spoke while walking alongside Qian Jianghe.
Qian Jianghe nodded and walked up to Song Yan Ning, reaching out to take her pulse.
Song Yanxue scoffed disdainfully. The medicine in Song Yan Ning came from Lu Tingxuan, not just any doctor, nor even a deity could cure her. She truly hoped that Song Yan Ning would just die; then she would have no further worries.
