Li Qiyu, is that you? Only twenty days left, I'll wait for you!
Li Qiyu's heart trembled violently, she almost believed his words, but thinking of the doctors' conversation she overheard through the door, she closed her eyes.
In fact, many times, she doubted if she was really herself, but she dared not believe it.
If it was the same person, then where was Angel Qiyu? Where was she?!
...
On the opulent silk-covered bed of Bo Yeyuan, the luxurious sheets were wrinkled, and the man seemed to merge with the elegant patterns.
Beitang Feng's face was exceptionally pale, his lips a shade of purple, a sign that his heart disease was severe...
The doctor put away his stethoscope and shook his head in despair. Ling Ran grasped his collar and punched him to the ground, "Mr. Ling, you have medical knowledge, you know the Young Master's condition best. His heart is suffering severe rejection; there's nothing left to do but wait..." for death.
Nothing left to do but wait for death.
