Song Shaoyan paused for a long time after finishing speaking.

Ning An heard the other end gasping for breath and couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling well? Have you called the doctor?"

Song Shaoyan suppressed the pain in his legs, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead: "In the past, when the pain started, just a shot would be enough... Now a shot doesn't work..."

"Does it hurt? Have you called Jiang Ci? He is your attending doctor."

"There is no other way except injections and medicine."

"How about I go see you..." Ning An compromised.

"No, I don't want you to see me like this...it doesn't look good..." Song Shaoyan endured the pain, his voice trembling.

"You're not that good-looking to begin with." Ning An said bluntly, "I'm going to check on you. Don't move around."

Ning An hung up the phone and changed into a pair of shoes.

Five years have passed since the feud between them, and there is no need for her to argue with him anymore.

She took an umbrella and took a taxi herself without waiting for Song Shaoyan's driver to come pick her up.

Song Shaoyan's leg problem seems to be very serious and cannot be cured by even one injection. What to do next? Frequent injections and medication are not an option.

And...doesn't he really have a few more years to live?

For some reason, Ning An felt a chill in her heart. The cold wind and rain fell on her body. She blinked and her vision was a little hazy.

The feeling I had five years ago came back...

When she learned that Song Shaoyan died due to a mining accident, she felt the same as she did now.

The rain is still falling, very hard.

She recognized where Mo Zhai was, the villa area with beautiful mountains and clear waters.

In the hazy mist and rain, the temperature was very low, and gusts of cold wind blew on my body, making my face turn red.

It takes a long time for a taxi to drive there.

But it seemed that it was lunch time when we arrived at Mo's House.

Ning An got out of the taxi holding a blue flower umbrella. The rainwater poured down from the umbrella. Her hand holding the umbrella was already red from the cold. The other hand was put in her coat pocket, and she narrowed her eyes slightly.

Xiang Mo's house.

The door of Mo's house was closed, there were no servants, and there were only bare tree trunks left in the peach blossom forest.

Spring passes and autumn comes, cold comes and summer comes, time changes.

Mozhai is a bit depressed this season.

The rain blurred her vision.

It was Xiaoduo who saw her first.

She immediately opened the door: "Sister Ning'an! It's really you!"

Ning An smiled: "It's me."

"Long time no see. I really thought I would never see you again after you left. Today Mr. Song said you might come, but I still don't believe it!" Xiaoduo took her bag and umbrella and took her into the living room.

Ning An changed into a pair of slippers, took the dry towel from Xiaoduo and wiped his hands.

Mo's house is still the same, low-key and luxurious.

"Sister Ning'an, have you had lunch? If not, let's eat dumplings together. I made dumplings today."

"Okay, what kind of stuffing is it?"

"Cabbage, pork, celery, beef, and three delicacies are all available."

"I'm hungry." Ning An was also hungry.

"Then sit down and eat together. I'll give Mr. Song a bowl as well."

"Where is he...man?"

"In the bedroom." Xiaoduo lowered his voice and approached her, "Maybe he's sleeping. We need to speak in a lower voice, but... Sister An An, are you here to see Mr. Song? He is not in good condition today."

Ning An nodded: "I heard."

"The housekeeper gave him an injection. I don't know if he is awake or asleep at the moment."

"I'll go take a look."
Chapter completed!