Emperor Jiuyin

Shen Siyin stood at the door of Paramount.

Her luxurious and exquisite clothes did not match the coarse smell of perfume here. So much so that people passing by her subconsciously avoided her.

She tightened her hand holding the gift box bag, and finally stood in front of Chu Qingwan.

The person who stood on the stage waiting for her reward before, now stood in front of her...

"Madam, I like this gift very much. Please say thank you to the young marshal for his kindness." Chu Qingwan's face was soft and her smile was gentle, but the look she gave Shen Siyin was full of sympathy and pity.

Facing her gaze, Shen Siyin just wanted to escape, but...

"Do you... have anything else to do?" Chu Qingwan asked.

The decent and elegant smile on her face cracked inch by inch, Shen Siyin's words choked in her throat, embarrassment, climbing up rapidly from the bottom of her heart...

She spoke in a very low voice: "I... Miss Chu, can you... can you teach me, teach me to sing opera?"

"Sing opera?" Chu Qingwan was surprised.

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

Chu Qingwan's face was even more surprised.

Her face was charming, especially under the light, her eyes were flowing, charming. But with surprise, pity,

sarcasm...

Shen Siyin's fingers trembled slightly.

Her little face was pale, her fingertips were cold, and even the body wrapped in fur quickly cooled down.

"Okay, Madam, I will teach you, what do you want to learn?"

...

The night was long.

Shen Siyin and Chu Qingwan walked and spoke on the quiet and deserted stage, practicing again and again under the light.

The voice came from the empty space, long and deep...

Her voice was hoarse, cold sweat broke out on her body, and Shen Siyin's face became paler and paler, like paper...

"Thinking about the past, I still feel resentful...When I left, the flowers on the road were like brocade...Today, the willows on the rooftop..."

"Bang——"

With a loud sound,

Chu Qingwan came back to her senses, looked back, and saw Shen Siyin falling headfirst on the stage.

"Madam!" She was shocked.

Shen Siyin curled up on the stage, bent like a shrimp, and her thin body trembled constantly, "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.

"It's okay."

She could bear the pain and it would pass.

The bone-eroding pain and the dense sweat on her forehead made Chu Qingwan frightened and wanted to call for help, but she was held tightly: "No, no, I have an old problem..."

After an unknown amount of time, Shen Siyin's body finally stopped trembling, and her face looked a little better.

"Madam, is this... stomach cancer?" Chu Qingwan suddenly asked.

Shen Siyin raised her eyes.

Chu Qingwan said again: "My sister, she also died of stomach cancer..."

Shen Siyin's lips and teeth were bitter. The chance of curing stomach cancer is almost zero... She nodded. Chu Qingwan helped her up, with a complicated look in her expression: "Does the young marshal... know?"

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

Chu Qingwan pursed her lips and wanted to say something, but for a moment she didn't know how to start. Yesterday, she naturally saw that Xiao Shaoshuai hated and disliked Shen Siyin. 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 words again: "Please help me conceal this matter, Miss Chu, I don't want him to know."

"..."

"Miss Chu..., thank you."

Facing such a pair of pleading eyes, Chu Qingwan finally nodded.

"Let's continue, Miss Chu." Shen Siyin stood up. She still remembered Xiao Zonghan's request... In such a physical condition, she still had to learn to sing opera by herself... Chu Qingwan's tone was stagnant: "Why do you have to do this..." wavv

Chu Qingwan saw with her own eyes how painful it was for people with advanced gastric cancer. It was because of this that she didn't understand why Shen Siyin insisted on doing it!

Tell Xiao Zonghan, isn't it good?

"He likes it."

One sentence, three words.

He likes it. Just because of such a ridiculous and pathetic reason, Shen Siyin supported her seriously ill body and learned to sing opera with her in such a place in the cold winter night.

Chu Qingwan's eyelashes moved slightly. She could see that Shen Siyin didn't have much time left.

This woman...

Holding Shen Siyin's hand tightly, Chu Qingwan sighed slightly in her heart: "No need, Madam's singing is good enough."