After listening, Nangong Yi just smiled, not holding any expectations.
Jian Yufei couldn't help saying, "I'm serious, my father might really be able to cure your illness."
"I know you're trying to comfort me."
"I'm not comforting you."
Nangong Yi looked at her quietly, "You don't understand my condition. Actually, now I am already critically ill. Living like this is worse than dying."
Jian Yufei thought he was too pessimistic.
"What's good about dying? If there's a chance to be cured, you should strive to live."
"What if living is meaningless too?"
"Being alive is a kind of meaning."
Nangong Yi just smiled faintly and stopped discussing the topic with her.
"Cousin, you are different from the Nangong Family people." He said abruptly.
Jian Yufei laughed, "That's because I didn't grow up in the Nangong Family."
"That's your luckiest part." When saying this, a trace of undisguisable dimness appeared in Nangong Yi's eyes.
Jian Yufei wondered if he was living unhappily.
