Dead...
Heh.
The enormous pain in his heart clenched tightly, his lips were turning blue, and suddenly he staggered, his shoulder crashing into a row of shelves.
"Young Master!!"
The guard accompanying Qinghe was instantly alarmed and hurried to support Qinghe's body. But this time, Qinghe's illness was more severe than ever before.
What is happening?
These years of recuperation, the young master had recovered greatly, how could he suddenly...
Qinghe pressed his hand to his chest.
"Medicine..."
The pain in his heart made his voice hoarse and broken.
Dong Huiying was very close by and inexplicably felt the voice was somewhat familiar, but on closer thought, it seemed she had never heard such a hoarse voice before.
She glanced over and saw the guard helping Qinghe to sit on a chair.
