Tang Yi stood in front of the Jade stone. Hong's condition had not improved at all. Whatever the medicine and energy they had been giving to him all this time seemed to have no effect.
Tang Yi brushed Hong's long and curly hair, which flowed down lightly to the bottom, and put it back neatly beside his head. His hair was also cold, just like his body, very cold.
Tang Yi didn't want to admit it, maybe everyone never wants to. It's all more like a dream than a reality. Maybe he just had a nightmare right now. Soon will wake up and everything will be back to the way before and he will see his little brother's smiles again. But, that seemed to be impossible. This time Hong looked like he would not wake up again. Tang Yi barely heard his breathing anymore.
