At this point, Chen Feng hesitated in his heart, uncertain whether he should speak.
Seeing his conflicted expression, Wu Mengting couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"
Chen Feng couldn't hold back and sighed again, "Do you remember the first time we met?"
Wu Mengting immediately nodded, "Of course, I remember."
"I told you back then that I was diagnosed with a terminal illness. I saw you didn't believe me at the time, thinking I was joking. I want to clarify once more, I wasn't joking with you. It's true, I really have a terminal illness, late-stage brain tumor. The doctor said I only have a few months to live. If you don't believe it, I can go get the diagnosis for you right now."
Without looking at Wu Mengting, who was completely dumbstruck, Chen Feng turned around and went to his own bedroom across the hall, fetched the diagnosis report from his last hospital visit, and handed it to her.
