***
Leng Wanxin saw Feng Qinglang's unintentionally caring tone, and a smile bloomed on her face.
"It seems quite serious, it might be a terminal illness."
"..."
There was a silence on the other end of the phone, as if something had shattered on the ground.
"Qinglang, Qinglang..."
Mai Xiaomai called his name, "Are you alright?"
"Mai... Zi... What terminal illness does Wanxin have..."
Feng Qinglang's voice started to tremble.
"You still care about her."
Mai Xiaomai said.
"Of course I care about her. She's my precious Niu."
Feng Qinglang continued to ask, "What's really going on with her?"
"Qinglang, I've always had a question. Do you really love Wanxin?"
"Mai Zi, what's the point of asking these questions?"
Feng Qinglang asked, slightly wary.
"Wanxin told me not to tell you, saying that even if she died, you wouldn't be sad. So, I really want to know if you care anything about Wanxin, if you love her."
"I don't know either."
