"He was anxious…" Qi Jianyi whispered, her voice barely audible, trembling like a fragile thread in the air.
"When he found out that my body was weakening for no apparent reason, slowly fading away, Song Chengfeng grew restless. He stayed by my side every chance he got, terrified that I might disappear without a word, without a goodbye."
Qi Jianning listened quietly as she stepped closer to the bed. Her expression was softened by emotion, and she finally sat across from Qi Jianyi, reaching out to take her sister's hand into hers.
Qi Jianyi didn't resist. She let Qi Jianning hold her hand—small, warm, trembling slightly—as she continued.
"His clinginess only got worse with each passing day. It reached a point where it started to get on my nerves." She let out a faint laugh, filled with guilt. "I had to reassure him that I was fine, that nothing was going to happen to me."
