Mrs. Lu, do you want me to give you my life?

He went upstairs to take a shower, got dressed, his pants were dirty, luckily Wei Tingxi prepared a pair for him.

I don't know what mood I'm in now, joy and anxiety, I'm an old married couple, but after hearing what she said, he still looks like a young man in love.

Standing at the door and taking a deep breath, Lu Jinchuan opened the door and entered the room Wei Tingxi had arranged.

He was only in his shirt, with his coat in his hand,

Walked over and knelt down in front of her, holding her hand, "What are you doing here? Are you tired?"

Ying Xia pursed her lips and looked at him silently.

Under her gaze, Lu Jinchuan lowered his head and sighed, "I'm sorry, wife."

Ying Xia looked at him, "Why do you apologize?"

"You shouldn't be allowed to see this, see me like this."

"Lu Jinchuan," Ying Xia took a breath and said, "You really should apologize to me, but it's not because of this."

Lu Jinchuan slowly tightened his grip on her, brows furrowed.

Ying Xia pulled out her hand and covered the back of his hand, "No matter which side of you you are, it's a part of you. I don't like it when you avoid me like this."

Lu Jinchuan leaned forward, resting his forehead on her chest, "But you are clean."

I am dirty, my hands are stained with blood, I am afraid that these dirty things will be seen by you.

He didn't blow dry his hair, and the hair on her chest was still wet, with drops of water sliding down the back of her neck.

Ying Xia stroked his wet hair and said, "I called Dr. Wu."

Lu Jinchuan's body froze imperceptibly, "What do you want him for?"

"What are you talking about?" Ying Xia stepped back, "Aren't you telling me the truth?"

The embrace suddenly disappeared, and Lu Jinchuan's heart was also empty. He lowered his head and rubbed his face.

"What did he tell you?"

Ying Xia got straight to the point, "Now it's not a matter of what he tells me, but what you plan to say? I want to hear from you."

Lu Jinchuan got up, sat on the coffee table and faced her, looked at her for a while, "If my illness never recovers, do you still want me?"

Ying Xia's nose was sore, she looked away suddenly, she didn't expect him to ask this question.

Maybe it was her actions that misled him, Lu Jinchuan's eyes dimmed instantly, "Maybe I really can't get better, you...do you still want me?"

The two questions were the same, but each time was a little less certain and a little more uncertain than the first time.

Ying Xia bit the soft flesh inside her lower lip tightly, and a bloody smell filled her mouth.

Lu Jinchuan raised his head slowly, his eyes were bloodshot, "I'm sick, but I will control myself and won't hurt you, as long as you...don't leave me."

Looking at his appearance, her breathing was rough with distress, and she suddenly grabbed the pillow next to him and threw it towards him.

"Lu Jinchuan, what are you talking about?"

Lu Jinchuan didn't move at all, the pillow hit his face and fell down again, he caught it with his hand and handed it back, "Are you still beating?"

Ying Xia bit her lower lip, grabbed him and knocked him on the shoulder, cursing as she knocked.

"Did I say I was leaving you? Why are you always like this? You lied to me and lied to me again."

Lu Jinchuan didn't move and let her hit her. She was already weak and didn't have much strength at all. It would be better to scratch her body than to hit her.

Ying Xia hit her a few times, threw away the pillow and covered her chest panting, her face pale.

Lu Jinchuan hurried forward, knelt down on one knee, pressed her head against his shoulder, and stroked her back again and again.

She kept saying in her ear: "Don't be angry, it's all my fault, don't be angry, does it hurt?"

Ying Xia didn't speak, he said again: "I'm working hard, but some things are too deeply rooted, maybe I really can't get better, and it will be like this for the rest of my life."

Angry and in pain, Ying Xia bit his shoulder.

Lu Jinchuan took a deep breath and held back, still resting his hand on the back of her neck to comfort her.

After that incident, she has not been accompanied by the doctor for the next few months. He recovered very quickly, surprisingly fast, but too fast, this is not normal.

In today's sudden situation, she saw the hatred and regret in his eyes, but he calmed down too quickly, as if deliberately whitewashing the peace in front of her.

So today after he left, she called Dr. Wu.

From these months of treatment, Wu Cenian concluded that there is almost no possibility of recovery, and the intervention of a psychiatrist is minimal for him.

She was angry that he knew that he might not get better, but every time he came back he pretended in front of her, saying that he was getting better every time.

It won't get better, it won't get better, she never cared about his illness.

The pain in his chest slowly eased, and the teeth that were biting him slowly loosened.