Wu Mengting glanced sideways at him without speaking.
Chen Feng felt even guiltier under her gaze, yet outwardly he appeared quite composed and laughed astutely as he said, "You know she was here first. Even though initially she was just a mistress I supported financially, after spending some time with her, I did develop some feelings for her. It wouldn't be humane to just break it off abruptly.
Besides, I've contracted this illness, and my days are numbered. I might not live past three months. So, please be generous and don't quibble over such matters. Consider it a part of caring for me as I approach my end."
Upon hearing this, Wu Mengting's face immediately showed a sad expression as she threw herself into his arms and said, "I've told you before, don't mention your illness again. You're not going to die! Stop thinking like that. We've only just begun, we can't end things hastily. We still have so much time ahead of us. You'll be fine!"
