Every day, he did not know whether he would see the sun of tomorrow, life and death were unpredictable, he did not know how long he could live, life was originally a darkness, he survived in the dimness of sickness, unable to see any light, nor any glimpse of hope.
Death, he could face calmly, but as for life?
He needed to think about that carefully.
But... why fret unnecessarily?
Just wait and see, if he could indeed get better, if he really could get better...
Ha, there's no use in worrying about these things before getting better, it's better to just sleep.
Hopefully, when he wakes up tomorrow, he can still cling to life for another day...
......
After daybreak, Yixuan felt an uncomfortable pressure.
He took a laborious breath and then looked toward Fifth Brother's thigh pressing down on his stomach. He sighed while holding his forehead, not knowing where Fifth Brother had picked up this habit of needing to straddle something to sleep at night.
