In a private hospital in Hai City.

"Miss Ji, it's not too late to perform chemotherapy now. Ask your family to come here." Su Mo closed the medical records with a serious expression.

"I'm afraid of pain, so give me some medicine first." Ji Jing forced a smile and said, "As for my physical condition, please keep it a secret."

She asked her family to come, but where did they come from? After her parents died, she only had Shen Ting.

Ji shallow held the cold armrest and slowly walked down. "Tell Shen Ting that I'm sick? Forget it."

Shen Ting was no longer the youth nine years ago, and now he was even more annoyed with her. Why bother asking for trouble?

Ji Jing stood at the gate of the hospital and looked at the falling snowflakes. She tightened her scarf and sighed slightly.

Standing at the bus stop, Ji Jing took out the diagnosis list, thought for a second, and threw it into the trash can next to her.

Back home, she poured out a handful of colorful pills and swallowed them with warm water.

The temperature in the room slowly rose, and Ji Jing finally felt a little warm. She dialed the number in her memory again and again. When she reached the eighth, the phone was finally connected.

Ji Jing's eyes lit up at that moment, and her voice became choked with sobs. "Shen Ting, it's snowing outside."

Hearing the woman's voice, Shen Ting frowned. "You haven't seen snow? You're already in your 20s. Can you mature a little? I'll hang up if there's nothing else."

He didn't know when he started to dislike the way she was doing. He could make a few turns on her. It was boring.

Ji Jing said cautiously, "Tomorrow is New Year's Day. I'm at home..."

"No, I'm busy." Shen Ting hung up the phone.

Ji Jing listened to the busy tone coming from the phone and slowly slid down to the cold floor. Her shoulders trembled and she choked with sobs.

Three years ago, Shen Ting's heart was no longer here. As a pillow, how could Ji Jing not feel it?

However, after nine years of company, she really couldn't bear to expose the last layer of paper.

It had been a week since Shen Ting returned.

Ji Jing didn't expect that. Looking at the man standing at the door, the medicine on her palm became hot.

But Shen Ting didn't take another look and went straight to the study. Taking advantage of this time, Ji Jing quickly put down the medicine and was ready to say something to him.

Before she could push the door open, she bumped into Shen Ting, who came out with a document. Ji Jing was stunned and did not know how to react.

Shen Ting glanced at the thin and weak Ji Jing and said with a frown, "Who did you deliberately make yourself look like this for?"

Ji Jing saw the annoyance in his eyes and blurted out, "No, Shen Ting, I'm going to the hospital..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Shen Ting's phone rang. A gentle female voice rang out clearly. "Mr. Shen, the banquet is about to begin."

"Yes," Shen Ting replied. Ji Jing was keenly aware of the gentleness in his tone.

Shen Ting pushed Ji Jing away, picked up his bag, and said, "Go to the doctor if you're ill. Don't tell me I can't cure it."

The door was slammed shut, and she murmured in the room, "I found a doctor, but he couldn't cure it."

It was quiet all around. What responded to her was only the sound of the wind and snow blowing from the windowsill, like a woman's whimper...