Beitang Feng clenched his fist against his lips, coughing more violently.
He hadn't taken care of his body, caught pneumonia, and the dual illnesses tormented him to the point where he wanted to die. He tried Chinese medicine and needles, but nothing worked, so he gave up on himself.
He thought Li Qiyu had found a good place to be, thought he could let go—
"Feng, are you okay?" Ling Ran handed him warm water and immediately took out the medicine.
Li Qiyu felt her heart pounding in pain, seeing Beitang Feng like this, she really couldn't handle it. He had always been spirited, when had he ever been so haggard and embarrassed?
He didn't even dare to look her in the eye, aware of his gaunt and weary appearance, afraid that he wouldn't leave a handsome and dashing image in her mind before he left!
"Dead? How could he be dead? Ling Ran!"
