After clarifying Sheng Xun's conditions from the main doctor attending to him, Sheng Jiaoyang didn't enter the ward again but left with Shen Zhining.

In the car, Sheng Jiaoyang appeared to be a little dejected.

Shen Zhining held her hand and comforted her, "Everyone's life is predestined."

Sheng Jiaoyang laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. "If my mother hadn't made such a choice then, would everything be different now?"

"Things are how they are, there's no point in overthinking it."

Sheng Jiaoyang sighed, her mind still consumed by the doctor's words. The doctor said that Sheng Xun's wasn't doing very well, and that using the word ‘bad’ to describe his condition would be an understatement.

What she couldn't get over the most was the following words from the doctor: "The most crucial thing is the patient is not cooperating. He doesn't have the conscious will to live on."

She thought of the lonesome figure she saw when she was leaving the cemetery, and then she thought of the sight of Sheng Xun, lying on the bed as though he would never come around again. Sheng Jiaoyang suddenly felt a suffocation in her heart.

"I want to come and visit him more often," Sheng Jiaoyang opened her eyes and ...