The young man was stunned by Li Xu's words.
'What does he mean, great joy and great sorrow?'
'What does he mean, from hell to heaven?'
For the past two days, ever since the CT scan suggesting lung cancer had come out, the mental pressure had been immense—so immense it felt like he was suffocating.
He had thought about a lot of things.
He had thought about death, about his grandfather, and most of all, about Lili.
He was so afraid of dying.
He was afraid that if he died, there would be no one to take care of that silly girl.
'That silly girl… why is she so wonderfully, hopelessly silly?'
To sign the papers for him, to make their relationship official, she had known he might have a terminal illness. She had known it was like jumping into a pit of fire, but she did it anyway, without a second thought, pulling him along to get their marriage certificate…
He truly felt like a sinner, a burden.
