Instantly, that pale face seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, and his tone turned cold as well, "So what you mean is, whether I live or die, you won't care, right?"
Having an illness, he couldn't tolerate anger.
Together, his internal organs would ache, and when the pain came, it was unbearable, and he would vomit blood.
Before Ye Lantian could speak again, he'd already noticed how contorted and agonizing his expression had become.
Before she could step forward, Zhuo Yue desperately pressed against his stomach, his entire body trembling from the pain.
Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the white bed sheets a brilliant red.
Seeing Zhuo Yue like this, Ye Lantian was terrified, quickly reacting to rush over and support him, "Ah Yue, Ah Yue, what's wrong?"
With his mouth full of blood, Zhuo Yue panted heavily in pain, raising his eyes to look at Ye Lantian with deep agony and said coldly, "Aren't you not going to care about me?"
