Bai Yaoyao's fingers clenched gently, allowing her nails to sink into her palms.
She knew that she was in pain.
Bai Yaoyao's eyelashes trembled, and her lips trembled. She wanted to say something, but she couldn 't.
In her memory, Xirong ziye was still so noble and elegant. He was like an orchid, a Jade Tree, and his aura was dazzling.
But at this moment, he looked Haggard and thin. He was so young, how could he ... How could he ...
Bai Yaoyao suddenly realized how fragile life could be.
Xirong ziye lay quietly on the hospital bed. He knew that he only had a few days left, and he had already gotten used to it.
If it wasn't because he was worried about his son, he wouldn't have held on for so long.
"Cough cough ..."
Xirong ziye coughed, and blood trickled down the corner of his mouth.
He loved to be clean so much that he took out a tissue and gently wiped the corner of his mouth.
