Wen Lunhua entered the room in a happy mood. The first kiss felt so good, and the young man's face was stained with an unreal pink.
Camille sat on the sofa waiting for him with a gloomy look on her face.
He was so immersed in his own joy that he ignored such a big person like her.
Camille sighed.
"Master." For the first time, her tone was so cold.
"Oh, Camille." Wen Lunhua smiled and sat next to her, "Why, you look unhappy? Who messed with you?"
"You clearly know that no one can offend me." Camille accused him. Finally she couldn't stand it anymore and hugged him tightly, crying. "Master, what should I do? What should I do? I'm so scared, so scared."
Wen Lunhua patted her shoulder gently, "Camille, don't be like this, um, smile, I like your smile."
"Obviously with that 100 million you can go for surgery tomorrow, why do you want to go back?" Camille patted his chest hard and cried heartbreakingly.
"Camille, you know there is no hope, don't you?" Wen Lunhua smiled faintly, "Good boy, I like your happy smile every day from now on."
"I can't do it, I can't do it." Camille cried like crazy, she was about to collapse.
Wen Lunhua hugged her as if comforting a younger sister, "Be good, from now on I'm no longer here, go back to my parents and take good care of them on my behalf."
"I don't want it, I don't want it, I'm going to tell my parents, I want them to take you for surgery." Camille grabbed him, "Brother, there is a chance, right?"
Wen Lunhua was shocked. After so many years, she finally called him brother.
He held her little hand and said, "Sister, you obviously know that."
Camille felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her face as pale as paper, "Go abroad, the medical skills abroad are advanced, you will definitely be able to go there."
"We've already been there, haven't we?" Wen Lunhua smiled faintly and weakly let go of Camille.
Camille screamed like crazy, "I don't care, I don't care."
Wen Lunhua suddenly felt a pressing pain in his chest, his heartbeat was extremely irregular, and his breathing was extremely difficult.
He leaned against the sofa weakly and said angrily, "Sister, don't..."
"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Camille screamed in fear.
Wen Lunhua was sweating profusely all over his body, his full lips were extremely pale, and his hands were so purple that he almost burst out of purple air.
Camille quickly ordered herself to calm down. She carefully checked his respiratory tract, unbuttoned the tight buttons on his chest, and then gave him compressions.
Strings of tears fell on his chest one drop at a time.