บท 76: Rubbing Salt On Your Own Wounds

The moment he saw Qu Ru, Fu Ying immediately put his coat over her thin shoulders. "Little Ru."

It was a little cold tonight. Qu Ru was only wearing a thin hospital gown, so it was easy for her to catch a cold.

"Fu Ying!" Qu Ru stood up and stood on her tiptoes to hug Fu Ying. She looked up at Fu Ying pitifully. "I'm so afraid. I'll have chemotherapy tomorrow. I heard that chemotherapy will make me ugly and my hair will fall off and I'll become bald. Boohoo… I'll definitely be ugly then!"

Fu Ying paused and hesitated for a moment. He raised his hand and patted Qu Ru's back gently. "No, you've always been beautiful. Even if you're bald, you'll still be beautiful."

"But I'm really afraid. Can you accompany me? Can you go back later?" Qu Ru sounded aggrieved and pitiful.

But this was indeed not a good place to chat. Fu Ying replied, "I'll send you back to the hospital first."