Despite his fierce attitude, Feng Yelin watched his condition worsen day by day.
Lou Huoyao's heart was at a loss, and he was becoming increasingly haggard and thin.
Gu Mingle saw it in his eyes and felt anxious in his heart.
People looking for the doctor were sent to eight villages ten miles outside Beiming City.
But no one could be optimistic about Young Master Ye's typhoid fever.
Seeing that the person was only taking in air but not letting it out, Gu Mingle frowned.
He had to suggest to Lou Huoyao, who was also worried:
"Huoyao, it's better to prepare for the funeral!"
As soon as these words came out, Lou Huoyao cried.
Holding Feng Yelin's hand, which has been tortured by illness and become emaciated, I feel so sad.
They are friends and confidants!
How could she bear to send him to his grave with her own hands?
If possible, she would rather trade her own life for it!
"Huoyao..."
Suddenly, a voice as thin as a gossamer came from Lou Huoyao's cry.
This time, not only Lou Huoyao was frightened, but also Gu Mingle quickly came to the bedside.
Seeing that Feng Yelin, who had been in a coma for nearly a month, actually woke up.
But when they saw his clear and sunken cheeks suddenly turn a bright red, the joy on their faces disappeared in an instant.
In contrast, Feng Yelin's eyes were so calm.
There is no fear of death in the indifferent eyes, only endless depth!
As if life and death no longer matter!
It seemed that the next moment, even he would turn into a wisp of misty smoke and drift away with the wind...
However, this ethereal detachment fell on Lou Huoyao's heart, which only made her more sad.
He wanted to be honored throughout his life, but he had to die in a foreign country. He was full of ambitions and ambitions, but in the end it was an empty dream.
Even if he could let go of everything, I would still be unwilling to do it for him!
Suddenly, a sadness that seemed to come from the depths of her soul spread from the bottom of her heart...
Let her tears roll down like broken beads!
The next moment, I was crying loudly...
This time, Gu Mingle did not stop her sadness, but allowed her to cry heartily.
It wasn't until she suppressed her sorrow that he said calmly:
"Yao'er, I want to have a few words with him alone."
In my memory, their relationship was always tense and there was no friendship at all.