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As Tong Le prepared to leave Lan Qingqing's residence, she hesitated at the door for a moment, ultimately giving Lan Qingqing one last chance.
"Are you really not coming with me? It's not safe here. Hua Rongxiao will definitely look for an opportunity to strike, and even Jin Zi Meng's side is a concern. Even though the police have increased their presence, there are still some shady figures lurking nearby. Hua Rongxiao is relentless; staying here alone with your child is dangerous."
Lan Qingqing remained steadfast in her earlier response. "I'm not going. I'm fine."
Tong Le realized she couldn't persuade Lan Qingqing. She turned to grasp the doorknob when Lan Qingqing's voice softened. "Tong Le, I don’t have much time left—three months, just three months."
Tong Le's hand froze on the cold metal doorknob. She shouldn't feel anything; after all, Lan Qingqing had brought this upon herself through her actions. Yet, hearing someone’s impending death inevitably stirred feelings of compassion within her.
Turning back, Tong Le maintained a calm expression. However, the previously composed Lan Qingqing broke down at the sight of Tong Le's eyes. Tears streamed down her face, and she didn’t even understand why she was crying. Just seeing Tong Le’s gaze caused her unbearable pain.
She had never feared death; upon learning she had only three months to live, she felt a strange sense of relief—finally free from this wretched world and able to end this torment! She was exhausted and no longer had the will to fight; all she wanted was to die.
As tears flowed uncontrollably, she gasped for breath and began to understand why she was crying at that moment. She remembered that during her university days, her greatest dream was to live like Tong Le.
Now, however, that dream felt so distant.
Tong Le didn’t pry further, as if she had sensed this moment would come. "So, are you going to come with me now? If your illness can’t be cured, then let’s go somewhere quiet and peaceful for your last days. As for your child, I will arrange for proper care."
Lan Qingqing wiped her tears and shook her head. "No need. You should go. Thank you."
A flicker of relief crossed Tong Le's face at hearing those words of gratitude. "Then I’ll take my leave."
With that, Tong Le stepped out of the house and closed the door behind her.
Only Lan Qingqing remained in the now silent home; even the child had stopped crying.
She glanced at her phone in the bedroom that was live-streaming and realized something important: why should she still be afraid when she was already facing death? If Tong Le wasn’t afraid of Hua Rongxiao, why should she be? Shouldn’t it be Hua Rongxiao who feared her?
Instead of cowering before death, she decided to do everything she wanted before her life ended.
Lan Qingqing turned off the live stream and called the nanny to come over temporarily to take care of the child.
After finishing the warm meal Tong Le had prepared for her, she stepped out alone.
In the afternoon, at Hua Yan Plastic Surgery Institute, Lan Qingqing stood at the entrance holding a stack of flyers. Hua Rongxiao was likely not at the institute right now; with all the scandalous news circulating online, it was probable that she couldn’t bear to show her face at work.
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