"Qin Zhao, I have something very important to tell you."
Her beautiful, cold face was full of solemnity and tinged with a hint of worry.
Qin Zhao put away her joking demeanor, "What's wrong?"
"I'm sick."
"It's been so long, hasn't your cold gotten better yet?"
"It's not a cold, it's... AIDS."
Chu Yan sat down beside her, his head hung low, his body exuding a sense of decadent melancholy.
He pursed his lips, then looked up at Qin Zhao with reddened eyes.
"Will you think less of me?"
He seemed to have made a great effort to tell her this.
"Ah? No, I won't."
Qin Zhao was stunned for a moment, not expecting him to reveal it so directly.
"This disease is contagious and to date, there is no cure for it. I've seen many AIDS patients abandoned by their partners and even their relatives shunning them.
