Qiann Yan looked toward the source of the mocking voice. A tall woman was sitting there, meeting Qiann Yan's gaze.
Qiann Yan said to the woman, "I just arrived yesterday."
"No wonder..." The woman was somewhat surprised that Qiann Yan answered her so earnestly. Seeing Qiann Yan's unusual complexion and frail body, as if a gust of wind could blow her over, her mocking smile faded, and she couldn't help but lean in closer, "Young lady, cherish the brief moment of happiness you have."
"Okay."
The woman was even more surprised. Usually, newcomers would think she's insane.
"After being here for a long time, all feelings disappear. The so-called trust isn't worth mentioning in the face of life and interests." The woman paused suddenly, "Your health doesn't seem very good."
Qiann Yan: "I have a terminal illness, not much time left."
The woman was stunned but quickly laughed, "No wonder you look so indifferent."
"You and your boyfriend seem to have a good relationship."
