The night grew deep, and Ji Ge, carrying the prescription, left the tent. Wei Yingying stayed by the bed, occasionally reaching out to check Ji Teng's breathing.
Wei Yingying, rarely gentle, used a handkerchief dipped in water to softly wipe his face.
"Ji Teng, fight for your life."
"I've thought about it, if it weren't for you, my Daddy would surely have married me off to someone else as if I were an object. Although he's not as cruel-hearted as Lord Governor towards Sister Yan, he's hardly a good father."
"Although you're poor, you are still a decent final resting place."
"I've also... only set my heart on you."
At this point, she couldn't help but fall to the bed crying.
"What am I going to do if you're gone?"
"The fifty taels of silver you left behind are not enough for me to spend."
As she cried, she felt a sharp pain at the back of her neck, and soon, her body went limp.
Xie Xun withdrew his hand.
