Li Muyang took it and covered his mouth, coughing for quite some time. Only after he coughed out the blood in the airway did his breathing gradually calm down…
His mouth was filled with the smell of blood.
Li Muyang didn't have to look at the tissue to know it was a shocking shade of red.
Perhaps because he had been sick for a long time, or perhaps because he was about to reach the end of his life, Li Muyang had a feeling that his days were numbered.
Li Muyang clenched the tissue in his hand tightly.
He only had two wishes left in his life. One was to avenge Ah Zhan, and the other was for Lin Nuan to accompany him for the rest of his life.
From the looks of it, he wouldn't be able to fulfill both wishes…
Li Muyang looked out of the window at the dark night of Mexico, his eyes unfocused.
After several long moments, Li Muyang said, "Let's… go to Haicheng!"
