"Jiu'er, I'm sick, can I be a wife?"

At this moment, the cold snow is falling, and it is rare to be serious.

Feng Jiuer looked at her and frowned: "Didn't I say that your illness is not an illness?"

"You're just too reserved and don't like to talk. Besides, your situation has improved, completely."

"alright?"

Leng Xuepiao's eyes widened.

She knew that her illness was not an illness. Jiuer had explained it many times.

But, no matter what, she also knew that she was different from others.

"Um."

Feng Jiuer nodded and responded, "It's completely healed. It's all thanks to Yu Jingfeng."

"So, you don't need to worry about this!"

Yu Jingfeng stood up, came to the bedside, knelt down on one knee again, and held Leng Xuepiao's hand.

"Xue Piao, you heard me, Jiu'er said you are fine, then you must be fine."

"You asked me last night, and I have wanted to tell you for a long time. Don't say you are not sick, even if you are sick, I will not dislike you."

"Xue Piao, marry me, okay?"

Yu Jingfeng bent his other leg, knelt in front of Leng Xuepiao, and held her hands.
Chapter completed!