Qiao's mansion with a deep courtyard. In the courtyard in the northwest corner of the www.biquge.info of the pen is Qiao Huanting, the eldest daughter of Master Qiao.

At this moment, the maids and servants in the courtyard were all coming and going in a hurry, and the words coming from the side room were mixed with forced whimpering.

"Miss, the doctor is coming soon, bear with me..." Yahuan Luthos held a tender white hand, her eyes were red, she endured her grief and comforted Qiao Huanting, who was curled up in pain.

"Don't cry..."Qiao Huanting mustered enough strength to squeeze out a mosquito-like voice from between her teeth, and the pothos cried when she heard it.

"Pothos doesn't cry, when Miss recovers, Pothos accompanies Miss every day to enjoy flowers and paint..."Pothos wiped the cold sweat on her forehead for her and choked up.

The sharp pain in her lungs seemed to have weakened, and Qiao Huanting's frowning brows relaxed and opened her eyes slightly.

When she was born, she was less than a month old, and she was weak since she was a child, relying on a medicine jar to continue her life, and rarely went out. This wing, this courtyard, was almost everything she had seen in her fifteen years of life.

She wanted to sigh, but there was no strength left in her body.

She struggled to shift her gaze to Pothos's face and squeezed out a smile.

"Good pothos... I can't do it anymore—" She still smiled, without a hint of fear or sadness about death.

The pothos was stunned, and then big tears fell, holding her skinny little hand tightly, and said sadly: "No, no, Miss will get better! Miss will get better every time!"

"Where's the doctor! why hasn't the doctor come yet?" she got up to go outside to call for someone to urge, but Qiao Huanting suddenly grabbed her hand tightly, and the strength at this moment frightened her.

"Pothos, this is a good thing," she murmured with a shallow smile on her beautiful little face, "In the future, you will never have to drink bitter medicine again, and you will not faint for several days and make you and the nurse anxiously sick, let alone roll in pain." ”

She didn't even breathe when she said this, and her words were full of disgust, as if she was still the little girl who sat under the flower stand and spoiled her in order to watch the sunset for a while.

Pothos burst into tears, her lips trembled, and she took her thin body into her arms.

"Pothos... I am tired... I'm really tired..."Like a burnt candle, her voice gradually became inaudible.

If there is an afterlife, as long as you are healthy... Before sinking into complete darkness, Qiao Huanting made a wish, and felt that she was a little greedy, and the corners of her mouth curled up with a shy smile.

The cry of the pothos gradually sounded in the wing, getting louder and louder, sad and sad......