A trance flashed in Qin Xiaorou's eyes, and then she carried the child to the maid, "You take him for a walk. I have something to do."

...

Qin Xiaorou once again went to the bedroom where the portrait was hung.

But this time, she was no longer looking at Qin Yu in the portrait.

She was looking at Qiao Shaoting.

Qin Xiaorou thought that when Mr. Qiao learned that Qin Yu had left, he would be heartbroken.

And the most painful thing was that he did not accompany Qin Yu before she died.

He did not accompany her to spend her last days.

At that time, Mr. Qiao must be living in hell, right?

Qin Xiaorou bit her lip.

A thought flashed through her mind.

So, should she tell Mr. Qiao?

She should tell Mr. Qiao about Qin Yu's heart disease right away.

But if she told Mr. Qiao, what would happen?

Qin Xiaorou knew the result without thinking.

Mr. Qiao would immediately run to Qin Yu's side regardless of everything.

In front of life and death, everything was no longer important.

Whatever misunderstandings and grudges Mr. Qiao had with Qin Yu would be dissipated to nothing.

What would happen when they were together without misunderstanding and resentment?

The fire of their love would be rekindled.

Even in the last days, they would both love each other and be entwined together.

At the thought of it, Qin Xiaorou's heart ached.

And her jealousy came out.

Although she was only a "puppet" wife, she still loved her husband deeply.

She did not want to see her husband fall in love with another woman.

Even if the other person was dead.

Qin Xiaorou's selfishness prevailed.

She decided not to tell Qiao Shaoting about this matter.

Just keep it a secret and bury it in the heart.

Although she had decided it, she still had a guilty conscience.

These days she was always in a trance, and did not even dare to look into Qiao Shaoting's eyes.

And Qiao Shaoting had never paid attention to Qin Xiaorou, so naturally he didn't notice Qin Xiaorou's abnormality.

...

In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.

Today, Qin Xiaorou left for City A.

She suddenly wanted to go to see Qin Yu.

Very desperate.

This strong urge drove her to inquire about Qin Yu's hospital and ward, and then she drove to City A.

Two hours later, she arrived at the hospital where Qin Yu was staying.

After a moment of hesitation, Qin Xiaorou walked in.

She arrived at Qin Yu's ward.

The door of the ward was ajar.

Qin Xiaorou did not push it open.

She only wanted to take a look at Qin Yu from afar, and had no intention to talk to her.

After all, what could they say?

They were not familiar with each other.

Not to mention that even if they could, it would be awkward.

Through the square glass of the ward, Qin Xiaorou saw Qin Yu.

She was half leaning on the hospital bed and a slightly chubby girl was peeling an apple for her.

Qin Yu had a faint smile on her face.

The chubby girl, however, had an expression that she was about to cry.

Qin Xiaorou's teeth gently bit her lower lip.

Qin Yu was very agile.

Not slender as she was in the portrait. It was an almost morbid appearance.

So thin that her bones could be seen clearly.

And her face was very white.

As white as a sheet.

In short, even without knowing her condition, she would know that this girl was seriously ill from her appearance.

In the heart, an indescribable emotion escaped.

Qin Xiaorou should be a stranger to Qin Yu, but actually not. She was so familiar with Qin Yu.