"Bai Mei, I'm here to see you!"
Bai Xiao stood towering over Bai Mei, who lay on the sickbed, pale yet glaring with ferocious, man-eating eyes.
Even now, Bai Mei showed no trace of guilt or regret, her spirit unfalteringly strong.
She was indeed beyond redemption.
Bai Mei tried to say something with a chuckle, but failed to speak. Her hand, like a chicken's claw, frantically tried to grasp Bai Xiao. One hand was firmly shackled to the head of the bed, while the other couldn't reach Bai Xiao at all—it was too far away. She wanted to pinch Bai Xiao with her fingers, even without her old strength, even if just with her fingernails, she wanted to take a chunk out of Bai Xiao.
Bai Xiao bent down and firmly grasped Bai Mei's wrist.
Bai Mei had become dreadfully thin.
Such suffering from illness would break even a good person.
An Zhiyuan, though physically robust, had lost a whole 40 kilograms due to his recent illness.
