Emperor Jiuyin

Shen Siyin stood at the door of Paramount.

She was wearing luxurious and exquisite clothes, which did not match the coarse smell of powder here. So much so that when people passing by her, they would subconsciously avoid her.

The hand holding the gift box tightened, and then tightened again, and finally stood in front of Chu Qingwan.

The person who used to stand on the stage waiting for her reward is now standing in front of her...

"Madam, I like this gift very much. Please say thank you to the young marshal for me, thank you for his love." Chu Qingwan's face was soft and her smile was gentle, but when she looked at Shen Siyin, her eyes were filled with emotion. A hint of sympathy and pity.

Facing her gaze like this, Shen Siyin just wanted to escape, but...

"Do you...have anything else?" Chu Qingwan asked.

The decent and elegant smile on her face was chapped inch by inch, Shen Siyin's words were stuck in her throat, and embarrassment quickly climbed up from the bottom of her heart...

Her voice was very low: "I...Miss Chu, you...can you teach me how to sing?"

"Singing opera?" Chu Qingwan was surprised.

"Yes," Shen Siyin gritted her teeth: "Zong Han said he wanted to hear me sing, so I wanted to learn from you..."

Chu Qingwan's face was even more surprised.

Her face is charming, especially under the light, and her eyes are full of charm. But with surprise and pity,

ridicule……

Shen Siyin's fingers trembled slightly.

His little face was pale, his fingertips were cold, and even his body wrapped in fur quickly became cold.

"Okay, Madam, I will teach you what you want to learn. What does Madam want to learn?"

…

The night is long.

Shen Shen Yin and Chu Qingwan practiced over and over again on a quiet and deserted stage, walking and speaking, under the light.

The sound came from the open space, long and quiet...

Her voice became hoarse, layers of cold sweat broke out on her body, and Shen Siyin's little face became increasingly pale, as white as paper...

"I still feel regret when I think about the past... When I went there, the flowers on the road were like brocade... Today there will be willows in the building..."

"Bang——"

There was a loud sound,

Chu Qingwan came back to her senses, glanced back, and saw Shen Siyin slumped on the table.

"Madam!" she was shocked.

Shen Si Yin curled up on the table, her body hunched over like a shrimp, her thin body couldn't help but tremble, "Madam, what's wrong with you?" Chu Qingwan wanted to reach out to help her, but Shen Si Yin gritted her teeth and waved her hand.

"fine."

As long as she endured the pain, it would pass.

Chu Qingwan was frightened by the bone-gnawing pain and the dense sweat on her forehead. She wanted to call someone, but she held her tightly: "No, no need to call someone. This is an old problem of mine..."

After an unknown amount of time, Shen Shen Yin's body finally stopped shaking and her complexion became slightly better.

"Madam, is this... stomach cancer?" Chu Qingwan suddenly said.

Shen Siyin raised her eyes.

Chu Qingwan added: "My sister, she also died of stomach cancer..."

Shen Siyin's lips and teeth were bitter. The chance of curing gastric cancer was almost zero... She nodded. Chu Qingwan started to help her up, with a complex look on her face: "Young Marshal, does he... know?"

"I don't know," Shen Shen smiled.

Chu Qingwan pursed her lips, wanting to say something, but for a moment she didn't know how to speak. Yesterday, she could naturally see Marshal Xiao's disgust and dislike for Shen Shen Yin. If he knew about Shen Shen Yin's body... would he still treat her like this?

Maybe, maybe not...

After all, Shen Siyin has done many evil things...

In a daze, she heard Shen Shen Yin's words again: "I asked Miss Chu to help me conceal this matter. I don't want him to know."

"..."

"Miss Chu..., thank you very much."

Facing such a pair of pleading eyes, Chu Qingwan finally nodded.

"Let's continue, Miss Chu." Shen Siyin stood up. She still remembered Xiao Zonghan's request... In such a physical condition, she still had to learn how to sing on her own... Chu Qingwan's voice hesitated: "Why do you have to do this..."

Chu Qingwan has seen with her own eyes how painful it is for people with advanced gastric cancer. It was because she had seen it before that she didn't understand why Shen Shen Yin persisted!

Wouldn't it be better to tell Xiao Zonghan?

"he likes."

One sentence, three words.

He liked that, for such a ridiculous and sad reason, Shen Siyin supported her seriously ill body and learned to sing from her in a place like this on a cold winter night.

Chu Qingwan's eyelashes moved slightly, and she could tell that Shen Siyin's time was running out.

This woman...

Holding Shen Siyin's hand tightly, Chu Qingwan sighed slightly in her heart: "No need, Madam's singing is good enough."