Shu Yu turned his head to look at his elder brother, his mind drifting for a moment, while his icy eyes were filled with a desolate coldness.
"Elder brother."
He called out, then immediately tried to prop himself up on the headboard, seemingly wanting to rise and greet someone, but he felt dizzy as soon as he tried to get up and fell back onto the bed.
Zhi Chen's heart was startled, and he rushed towards Shu Yu in a few swift strides. He took a handkerchief to wipe the blood from Shu Yu's lips and hands.
"Do you want some water, are you feeling any better?" he asked with concern. His younger brother's condition was indeed very bad, and he knew in his heart that Shu Yu might not have much longer to live. The clearer he was about this, the more infuriated and saddened he became.
