Qingxue looked at Sheng Qianxia with astonishment, paused for two seconds, then continued:
"Sister, I know Gong Beiyao is a chosen son of heaven. Not to mention the current me, even the past me, or me without a heart condition, perfectly healthy, I'm still not at all a match for him. I can understand why you don't trust him."
Just as Sheng Qianxia was about to speak, Qingxue continued:
"But if he really doesn't like me at all, why would he save our dad? Why go to the hospital to chat with me? Why did he personally come to our house to see me when I was discharged, and even give me such an expensive piano? And why did he insist on staying at our house overnight..."
Sheng Qianxia opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.
"Sister, I know you're worried about me. Because I have a heart condition, I'm probably not suited for dating. Don't worry, I will protect this affection very carefully. I won't let my heart get hurt; can you occasionally trust my judgment, please?"
