If she died without giving them her final happiness, they would probably be even more heartbroken.
Thinking of this, Ye Rumeng realized she couldn't keep hiding her illness.
But telling them directly would be too cruel...
Fortunately, for now, she didn't need to say anything and could still avoid it for a while.
Ye Rumeng pushed Luo Zifeng away a bit, looked at him and said, "Give me a week, okay? After a week, I'll let go of everything and come back."
Luo Zifeng was taken aback—
"What are you saying?!" He could hardly believe his ears.
Ye Rumeng repeated, "Give me a week alone to figure it out. By then, whether I have figured it out or not, I'll come back."
Luo Zifeng grabbed her shoulders, very delighted: "Are you serious?!"
Ye Rumeng nodded, "Yes, but I need a week's time."
Luo Zifeng pressed his lips, "Does it have to be that long?"
"Yes!"
Seeing her firm attitude, Luo Zifeng could only agree.
