Su Qiao carefully wiped away his cold sweat with a handkerchief. "Don't hold it in."
"I like it better when you act spoiled with me."
If he really wasn't suffering, would his face have turned this pale? And why would cold sweat keep pouring down his face?
The corners of Gao Jinghui's mouth drooped as he opened it wide and struggled to breathe. "Qiao'er, I... I feel awful. I... my chest hurts."
It hurt like a knife was cutting into him.
He felt like he was about to die.
Die from the pain.
Su Qiao quickly took a box of needles from the drawer beside the bed. "I'll stop the pain for you."
"Okay." Gao Jinghui tugged at the corner of his mouth, but he couldn't manage a smile.
Su Qiao deftly undid his clothes and began inserting the needles.
After a while, she finally removed them and carefully fastened his clothes again.
"Does it still hurt?"
Gao Jinghui weakly shook his head. "It doesn't hurt anymore."
In truth, after being treated with acupuncture so many times, its effects had long since diminished. Although it could slightly alleviate the pain, it was still painful and unbearable.
And this time, it seemed to have come more violently than before. Even this pain relief seemed to be of little use.
Thinking about it calmly, Gao Jinghui's gaze grew somewhat unfocused. "Qiao'er, it's wonderful that I got to meet you."
"Mm." Su Qiao gently covered him with a blanket and answered softly.
Gao Jinghui raised his feeble hand and clasped her small hand. "Qiao'er, after I die, find someone else and marry him."
Qiao'er was still so young.
She was only twenty-nine.
She had lived less than half her life.
She shouldn't be dragged down by a cripple like him.
"But don't find