Chapter 365: Chapter 365: Wanwan, You Don’t Have to Die.
In matters of the heart, being indecisive, accepting but not rejecting confessions, and wasting someone else’s time is a particularly shameless act.
Su Wanxin doesn’t want to waste Mu Xinghan’s time, nor does she want to be a shameless person.
But how to broach the subject was a bit difficult for her.
How should she ask? She couldn’t just directly say, "Do you like me?"
What if he didn’t? Wouldn’t that make her seem narcissistic?
Su Wanxin furrowed her brows, unusually out of ideas.
Throughout her life, she’d only ever received one love letter, which she hadn’t even had the chance to read before Fu Shihan threw it away. All these years, the only person who had properly confessed to her was Fu Shihan.
So she had little experience; Fu Shiyi had rejected many people, but she felt that her situation was different and couldn’t exactly follow the same path.
So she thought about it seriously for a while, before finally speaking slowly.
"Do you... really like my money that much?" she hesitated to ask Mu Xinghan, "Traveling thousands of miles to follow me abroad, do I really seem like a foolish rich girl with a lot of money?"
Mu Xinghan laughed at her joke, probably guessing what she really wanted to ask, and thus gave her an out.
"How do you know I like your money and not you as a person?"
"To like a desperately ill person to death, are you sure you don’t need to go to the hospital for an eye check?"
Su Wanxin mockingly joked about herself, her expression indifferent.
She wasn’t very open to discussing life and death. If she could, she wouldn’t want to joke about her health condition; she just had no choice.
She was just a desperately ill person, lacking the courage to face death straightforwardly, so she reluctantly lingered in the world. Maybe one day, she wouldn’t be able to linger any longer.
"What if I said, I have a way to save you?" Mu Xinghan stared into her eyes.
Su Wanxin had heard similar statements more than once, and over the years, he would occasionally tell her that he wouldn’t let her die, that he would find a way to save her.
Having heard it often, she lost the initial excitement.
Su Wanxin didn’t want greater hope to lead to greater disappointment, so she gradually began to intentionally ignore such statements and not take them to heart.
"I’ve been out these past few days for this reason."
Mu Xinghan stated each word deliberately, making Su Wanxin’s heart, which she tried hard to keep calm, beat faster and faster.
"Wanwan, you don’t have to die."
Su Wanxin opened her mouth, but didn’t know what to say. She took a deep breath, then looked around a bit bewilderedly, her gaze finally returning to Mu Xinghan.
"Are you serious?" she asked cautiously, "Does what you say have the same meaning as what I’m thinking?"
"Such a brilliant Harvard graduate, and this is the extent of your comprehension?"
She accidentally smeared her alma mater’s name, and Su Wanxin apologized. But because she had been disappointed too many times, she really couldn’t easily believe it was true.
"What’s the cost? If I survive, what’s the price to pay?" she clenched her teeth and asked, calmly making Mu Xinghan frown.
"At this moment, shouldn’t you be crying tears of joy, transferring a huge sum to my account, or better yet, jumping up to hug me and thank me for saving your life? Why would you think of asking that?"
"There’s no such thing as a free pie from the sky—every pie from the sky fits a corresponding hole on the ground," Su Wanxin smiled and asked. "So if I want to live, what should I do?"
"You don’t need to do anything; it’s just that things won’t get better without getting worse first. You will feel even weaker for a while, so I will need to be with you. Whether it’s in the country or abroad, I’ll need to stay close."
