"Zha Xi, why are you back?" The old man asked Zha Xi.
"Ahem… It's good that you're fine! It's good that you're back! Ahem… I'm dying… I'm satisfied that I can still see you one last time. Ahem…"
The middle-aged woman on the bed, young Zha Xi's mother, held his hand as she reached out to touch his face.
But at this moment…
"Cough, cough…" Little Zha Xi's mother reached out halfway. Before she could touch his face, she coughed twice again. In an emergency, she let out another cry and spat out another large mouthful of blood towards the ground.
Little Zha Xi's mother's hand froze in midair. Then, as if she had used all her strength, she fell straight back onto the bed.
"Ah! Mom… Mom…"
"Mom, wake up! What's wrong?"
"Mom…"
When Little Zha Xi saw this scene, his expression changed drastically again and he shouted in panic.
Beside him…
