He looked at her gratefully, thankful that she didn't press him for the most painful secret hidden deep in his heart.
"But Xiang Yimo, no matter what the reason was for you to take that medicine in the past, please don't take it anymore from now on, okay? You're clearly a normal person, and yet the best years of your life are being spent on a sickbed! What a pity that is! Life is so short, let's cherish it!"
Xiang Yimo, gazing into Zhong Lingling's sincere eyes, felt a wave of emotion stir within him.
"I can stand up, but not now. After all, being sick for such a long time, suddenly getting up would easily arouse suspicion. So, I need your help," Xiang Yimo said to Zhong Lingling seriously.
"But isn't your recovery a good thing? Who would doubt it without reason?" Zhong Lingling asked, only to suddenly realize what Xiang Yimo was worried about.