"Chu Weiyun still wanted to go, but she was truly hurt.The last bit of energy is spent on explaining.Just taking a step, almost fell.The maid wanted to help her, but she was injured herself.Feng Yuanh...Shen Siyin stood at the entrance of Bai Le Men.

She was dressed in luxurious and exquisite attire, which clashed terribly with the rough smell of incense that permeated the air. As a result, those who passed by her instinctively moved out of her way.

Gripping the gift box tightly in her hand, she clenched it again and again. Finally, she stood before Chu Qingwan.

The person who used to stand on stage waiting for her applause, is now standing before her...

"Madam, I quite like this gift. Please tell the Young Marshal for me that I am grateful and appreciate his kindness." Chu Qingwan's expression was gentle, her smile warm, but when she looked at Shen Siyin, there was a hint of sympathy and pity in her eyes.

Facing such a gaze, Shen Siyin only wanted to escape, but...

"You... have something else" Chu Qingwan asked.

A graceful, elegant smile on her face cracked inch by inch. Shen Siyin's words caught in her throat, a feeling of awkwardness rising rapidly from deep within her...

Her voice was very soft: "I... Miss Chu, could you please teach me Teach me how to sing opera"

"Singing opera" Chu Qing was surprised.

"Yes," Shen Siyin gritted her teeth: "Zong Han said he wanted to hear me sing, so I want to learn from you…"

Chu Qingwan's face showed even more surprise.

She was stunningly beautiful, especially in the light. Her eyes danced with allure and captivated all who looked upon her. But there was also a hint of surprise, pity,

Sarcasm...

Shen Siyin's fingers trembled slightly.

A small face was pale, fingertips icy cold, and even the body wrapped in fur quickly grew cold.

"Very well, madam, teach me and I will learn. What would you like to learn"

……

Night, long and long.

Shen Siyin and Chu Qingwan were on the quiet, deserted stage, practicing their lines step by step under the lights.

A voice echoed from afar, long and lingering....

Her voice was hoarse, and beads of cold sweat formed on her skin. Shen Siyin's complexion grew paler and paler, like a sheet of paper...

Upon reflection, past events still stir regret within me…When I departed, the flowers on the roadside bloomed like brocade…Today, willows grace the eaves of this building.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang,

Chu Qingwan came back to her senses and glanced back, seeing Shen Siyin sprawled on the stage.

"Madam!" she exclaimed in surprise.

Shen Siyin curled up on the table, her body shrinking like a shrimp, her thin frame trembling uncontrollably. "Madam, what's wrong with you" Chu Qingwan wanted to reach out to help her, but Shen Siyin gritted her teeth and waved her hand away.

"It's okay."

She endured the pain, and it passed.

The piercing pain, beads of sweat on her forehead, Chu Qingwan was alarmed. She wanted to call for help, but she was held tightly: "Don't, don't call anyone, this is just an old ailment of mine…"

After an unknown amount of time, Shen Siyin's body finally stopped trembling, and her complexion slightly improved.

"Madam, this is...stomach cancer" Chu Qingwan suddenly spoke.

Shen Siyin raised her eyes.

Chu Qingwan said again, “My younger sister, she also passed away from stomach cancer…”

Shen Siyin's lips tasted bitter, the chance of curing gastric cancer was almost zero... She nodded. Chu Qingwan helped her up, her expression complex: "Young Marshal... does he know"

"I don't know," Shen Siyin smiled.

Chu Qingwan bit her lip, wanting to say something, but for a moment she didn't know how to start. Yesterday, Xiao Shaoshuai's disgust and dislike for Shen Siyin, she saw it with her own eyes. If he knew about Shen Siyin's body... would he still treat her like this

Maybe, maybe not...

After all, Shen Siyin has done a lot of evil...

In a daze, she heard Shen Siyin's voice again: "Please, Miss Chu, help me keep this a secret. I don't want him to know."

"...."

"Miss Chu…., thank you."

Faced with such pleading eyes, Chu Qingwan finally nodded.

"Let's continue, Miss Chu," Shen Siyin stood up. She still remembered Xiao Zonghan's request...Even in this state of her body, she had to learn to sing opera on her own...Chu Qingwan's voice trailed off: "You don't have to do this..."

Those in the late stages of stomach cancer suffer greatly, Chu Qingwan had seen it with her own eyes. It was because she had witnessed this that she couldn't understand why Shen Siyin insisted on going through with it!

Tell Xiao Zong-han, isn't it bad

He likes it.

A word, three characters.

He liked her, and for this ridiculous and pathetic reason, Shen Siyin, despite being seriously ill, in the cold winter night, in such a place, learned to sing opera with her.

Chu Qingwan's eyelashes fluttered. She could tell that Shen Siyin didn't have much time left.

This woman……

Holding Shen Siyin's hand tightly, Chu Qingwan sighed softly in her heart: "It's not necessary, Madam. Your singing is already good enough."

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