Diwu Zexuan stood at the staircase, coldly watching as Dan Hanxi was carried out.
He concluded that Dan Hanxi wouldn't last more than a month, and now it had barely been any time before Dan Hanxi was sent to the hospital.
"He just went to the hospital, it doesn't necessarily mean something's wrong. I've never seen him looking well, but he managed for so long," Rui Hui rested her hands on the railing beside her, frowning in thought.
"..."
Diwu Zexuan hadn't heard her actively speak to him for a long time; he was stunned for half a minute before responding.
Looking at Rui Hui's eyes, a trace of radiance circulated.
Profound, dark.
"In his condition, how confident are you?" Dan Hanjie slowly walked up from downstairs, his thin lips slightly parted.
