Zhong Yi had assumed that, since Gu Yun missed his late wife so deeply, the two must have been as inseparable as glue and lacquer.
Yet the first thing he and Qin Lien heard upon landing was Gu Yun and Lin Xi arguing.
Lin Xi was ill, gravely ill.
Gu Yun wanted to sell everything they owned to seek doctors and medicine for Lin Xi.
Lin Xi refused outright, firmly and absolutely.
Her tone alone made it clear how stubborn she was.
"I need that money... to save you! Xi!!"
Gu Yun's face flushed red with anxiety.
"I know Anya is important to you, but you... have taken this a little too far."
As he spoke, Gu Yun seemed to struggle with what to say next.
"She isn't even... isn't even..."
Lin Xi sat on the bed, her fathomless eyes seeming ready to swallow Gu Yun whole.
"Gu Yun."
She spoke slowly, enunciating each word with measured calm:
"Do you know what would make me happy?"
"What?"
"You know, don't you?"
"..."
Seeing Gu Yun's bewildered expression, Lin Xi slowly closed her eyes and answered her own question. "But I know."
This exchange left Zhong Yi utterly baffled.
Every word Lin Xi said was shrouded in mist. He could not understand any of it.
"Just say it!! If you tell him, won't he know?!"
Zhong Yi was going a little mad.
Beside him, Qin Lien frowned, clearly just as lost.
They waited for ages, but Lin Xi never said what would make her happy, only that Gu Yun would surely fulfill her wish.
To put an end to Gu Yun's hopes, Lin Xi firmly declared that she would never let any physician take her pulse or examine her.
"You can decide how to spend our money. If you want to