Xu Yuan, Feifei, and World Spirit rushed back into the cave. Xu Yuan's two eyes caught the figure of a delicate girl lying on a square rock with pale skin.
Xu Yuan approached Meng Yu, and he touched Meng Yu's icy cold wrist. He said, "Has Xiao Yu always been like this for the past 10 days?"
Feifei nodded her head slowly, "Yes Master, during these 10 days, Meng Yu's condition has always been like this, showing no signs of waking up or getting better," she replied.
Xu Yuan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He remembered when Meng Yu died in his dream, and he couldn't forget that scene.
"I'm sorry Xiao Yu, for making you suffer all this time," he regretted.
If only he was still in a coma and didn't know when he would wake up, chances are that his little lover would leave him forever. Right then and there, he felt like a failure as a man.
