'Be prepared…'
Cui Lingyao's heart sank to the depths.
Chen Minrou was only in her early twenties. Born into wealth, she had always been in good health since childhood.
Yet at such a young age, she had become sick beyond cure.
'How could she possibly be prepared for that?'
Xie Jinbai was not a soft-hearted man. One could say he'd given her all the gentleness and patience he possessed in his entire life. When it came to other people or matters, he simply couldn't muster any extra emotion.
Seeing her so worried, he, being unskilled at comforting others, said dryly, "Everyone has their own fate. Don't let your imagination run wild."
Cui Lingyao shot him a glance but said nothing.
Xie Jinbai continued to rub her knee.
The large bruise had visibly faded, not as alarming as it had been at first.
He instructed her carefully, "Remember to protect your knees tomorrow. Even when showing filial piety, there's no need to make your own body suffer."
