This time, I stayed in the ICU for a whole week.

When I woke up again, Jiang Muxue had become emaciated, looking even worse than me, with a pale face covered in peeling skin.

I had never seen her in such a miserable state.

Even when we were at our poorest, she would still use cucumber slices to take care of her face.

"So ugly."

I laughed, and she cried.

"I thought... you woke up. It's good."

She buried herself in my neck, trembling uncontrollably.

"Today, let's have hot pot, okay?"

She said in pain.

"Okay..."

I weakly smiled, "With butter... and... extremely spicy."

Just six words, but they felt so exhausting to say.

"Okay, I'll also buy your favorite beef rolls, beef tripe, tofu... We'll eat everything together, alright?"

"Mm..."

I closed my eyes, exhausted.

At this moment, we both knew that my life was coming to an end.

So tired.