The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

Why not chemo? Why not go abroad to receive the best treatment? Why did she lie to him in the beginning and make an appointment with him for three months' time?

The two of them, even if it was for each other, shouldn't they have the strongest desireto live on and not give up even the slightest bit of hope?

Zong Li, Zong Li!

Fu Jiunian had a million emotions in his heart. He hated. He resented. He was afraid!

The moment he thought about how the world was so big, the person he wanted to see was no longer there. He wanted to hear her call him 'nine years', but he could never see her speak again. He wanted to grow old with her, but she was going to leave early, leaving him in the empty world.

Fu Jiunian couldn't hold back his tears, and they flew out.

He couldn't deny it!

Fake! The results of the investigation are false!

Driving on the road in the Maldives, Fu Jiunian bit his thin lips until they were bleeding, as if he was still the same arrogant and lazy second-generation heir. His slender hands hit the steering wheel, and his feet stepped on the accelerator, making a loud noise.

The black cross-country car shot like an arrow down the highway toward the hotel by the sea.

The hospital was three kilometers away from the hotel with the sea view.

He had already made up his mind on this journey. Even if Zong Li didn't want to, even if he had to take her away by force, he had to send her to the best hospital in country M!

"Zong Li! Zong Li?"

He was puzzled for a long time.

He tore up the investigation results in his hands and threw them away.

Fu Jiunian strode towards the sea view room.

The door of the sea view room was left ajar.

The waiter passed by. "Mr. Fu, Miss Zong wanted to go to the beach by herself to relax. You..."

Fu Jiunian had a strong ominous premonition in his heart. He turned around and rushed to the beach.

The waves in the distance were black and sweeping over. On the shore, a woman in a white dress was lying on an orange surfboard, floating on the sea.

Her quiet figure seemed so fragile amid the surging waves, faintly discernible.

Fu Jiunian's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets, and he rushed over crazily.

He waded through the water and jumped into the sea, swimming recklessly toward the woman.

She wanted to die... She wanted to die... She actually wanted to die...

Tears and seawater mixed on his handsome face. Fu Jiunian didn't care about anything else and rushed desperately toward the white figure.

Then, when the waves came crashing down from all directions, he hugged her tightly in his arms.

The seawater poured into his nose and mouth, and the figures that were hugging each other kept sinking.

All the noises in the surroundings disappeared when they sank to the bottom of the sea.

In front of Fu Jiunian, there was only Zong Li.

Blisters were rolling up from the bottom of the sea.

He looked at the woman who looked even fairer in the sea.

She seemed to have fainted. When he saved her, she didn't have any reaction at all. Maybe she was lying on the surfboard, and she had already fainted.

They were not far from the seaside now. If Fu Jiunian wanted to live, he could have brought Zong Li back with him.

But she was so light in his arms. When he hugged her, it was as if she didn't have any weight anymore.

That thin shoulder was in Fu Jiunian's arms. It was almost touching.

That day, when he looked at her, he didn't feel that she was thin. But when he suddenly hugged her, Fu Jiunian's nose turned sour, and he tried hard to control his tears.

Zong Li had become so thin without him knowing!

Holding her face, Fu Jiunian closed his eyes and kissed her.

...

They were born in the same bed and died in the same acupoint. No matter hell, he would be with her. Life and death were linked!