"Qiu Ye, Qiu Ye..."
Qin Hai kept shouting Qiu Ye's name, but Qiu Ye leaned motionless against him, blood still flowing continuously from her mouth, her complexion growing paler by the second, never responding to his calls.
Qin Hai was completely dumbfounded, he had no idea what had happened, nor could he comprehend why Qiu Ye had suddenly become like this.
Even if it was a sudden illness, it couldn't possibly be so severe that blood would flow from her mouth.
Moreover, Qiu Ye had been perfectly fine just a moment ago, drinking and chatting with him with laughter, showing no signs of sickness at all.
There was no time to think further, Qin Hai placed his palm on Qiu Ye's back, desperately infusing True Yuan into her body, hoping to protect her heart meridian by all means possible.
But no matter so, Qiu Ye's breathing and heartbeat became weaker and weaker, no matter how much True Yuan Qin Hai infused, it seemed to disappear without a trace, having no effect whatsoever.
