This big boy who was tortured by illness always made her feel very sorry for him.
I feel sad that he has lost Nan Fengyun's favor, and feel sad for the loneliness and loneliness hidden deep in his eyes.
That sentence made her feel so used to it that she couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
Wanwan fed Nan Fengxun spoonful by spoonful, and he also cooperated and drank it cleanly. After finishing the bowl of medicine, Wanwan picked up two dried plums and handed them to her.
He said, "Xun, if you eat this, your mouth won't be so bitter."
Nan Fengxun nodded slightly and opened his mouth obediently.
"Wanwan, so sour..."
He chewed twice and frowned slightly.
“It tastes sour and sweet!”
Nan Fengxun smiled, and after swallowing the dried plums in his mouth, he sighed softly.
"Wanwan, I feel so tired and my chest hurts."
He won't live long...Yesterday...he actually vomited so much blood...
He had never coughed up so much blood, and he was not without panic.
He doesn't want to die yet... If he dies... the mother-in-law will be very sad...
If he dies... Wanwan will never be seen again...
He still wanted to live with her for the rest of his life, and he couldn't bear to leave her like this.
Never before had he been so eager to continue to live... Never before... He couldn't let go of his mother and concubine, nor could he let go of Wanwan.
"Xun, if you're tired, take a good rest."
Nan Fengxun shook his head gently, and his eyes slowly dimmed, "I'm really afraid that if I fall asleep again, I will never wake up."
Wanwan felt a pang in her heart. Nan Fengxun's condition had worsened, and it would be even more difficult to cure him.
If she were in modern times, she would still be absolutely sure that she could cure him, but here, she simply didn't have that confidence.
Although she had no feelings for Nan Feng Xun, she would definitely be sad if Nan Feng Xun died.
She didn't want Nan Feng Xun to die, she really didn't want him to die.
When she heard him say such words, she felt sour and couldn't help but feel sad.