"I-It's... It's okay." Chen Yuan didn't know how to comfort her.
This confession had really caught him off guard.
Even if he'd had his suspicions, the confession itself was too sudden.
Their trip together had likely accelerated their relationship's progress. He probably would have figured it out on his own eventually, and his acceptance would have been much better then.
But this... this was like dropping a bomb on him.
"We've spent all these nights together without doing anything more intimate, which made me sure that you really like me... But now that you know the truth about my illness, will you still like me?"
As Jiangg Yao spoke, she walked over to the coffee table, pulled a medical report from the drawer beneath, and handed it to Chen Yuan with a trembling hand.
She lifted her face, a tear tracing its path down her cheek at that very moment.
It slid down the soft curve of her face and dripped onto the floor.
