Ministry of Rites Shangshu Mansion -

In the quaint room, the light was dim, and a strong smell of decoction mixed with a little blood filled the air.

The ebony carved bed is supported by a dark gray curtain, which makes the tone even more oppressive in the dimness.

A nimble little girl was cleaning the blood-stained white cloth in front of the bed.

Looking at the ebony bed, there was a man lying on it, this person was none other than Huo Zhan.

Xiang Jin was stunned at first glance and didn't recognize him, her best brother, now ...... How did it become like this?

Huo Zhan had a strip of white cloth wrapped around his chest, and on the strip of white cloth, there were faint traces of blood oozing, his body had become thin into skin and bones, and even his eye sockets were sunken, so fragile that it seemed that he would fall apart with a slight poke.

At this time, he was closing his eyes tightly, his half-shriveled lips were helping to breathe, and his chest trembled slightly, as if every breath was fighting the pain.

Even when he was resting, Xiang Jin could see that he was in a lot of pain.

Quietly approaching the edge of the bed, Xiang Jin frowned tightly and bit his lower lip.

Looking at Huo Zhan's appearance, although her heart was already hurting and was about to drip blood, she warned herself over and over again that she must not cry in front of Changbai.

Xiang Jin gently leaned down and half-knelt beside the bed, trying to keep his breathing down, trying not to disturb Huo Zhan.

She just stared at Huo Zhan motionlessly, although he didn't move, Xiang Jin felt that he was getting farther and farther away from her.

Suddenly, Huo Zhan's chest rose and fell, as if he was stuck in his chest, and the breath seemed to be unable to go up or down, and then a violent cough woke him up.

Thinking that Huo Zhan was dead, Xiang Jin was so frightened that he went into cardiac arrest, and the whole person was stunned by the bed, as if Huo Zhan's breath couldn't catch it, and she would also lose her breath.

Huo Zhan seemed to be accustomed to this situation, and did not open his eyes, but raised his hand as thin as dry wood and shook it gently, as if he was asking for something.

The little girl on the side was also accustomed to this situation, and hurriedly put a clean white cloth to his mouth.

Huo Zhan grabbed the white cloth and covered his mouth, and coughed violently again.

When he was calm, he threw the white cloth to the side of the bed.

The white cloth was thrown next to Xiang Jin, and the blood soaked on it all came into her eyes at this time.

What the little girl cleaned up before was all Huo Zhan's blood? He vomited so much blood?!

Xiang Jin's heart was so distressed that she seemed to have been thrown into a meat grinder and twisted, and she nervously grabbed Huo Zhan's hand.

Huo Zhan's hand was as cold as an ice cube, so cold that it seemed to pierce into Xiang Jin's finger bones.

Feeling the warmth coming from his hands, Huo Zhan raised his eyelids vigorously and looked over, and saw clearly that it was Xiang Jinhou, his gray pupils seemed to light up for a moment, and then became dull again.

Huo Zhan couldn't lift his spirit at all, but his shriveled lips were still slightly inciting: "Xiao ...... Brocade ......"

He seemed to speak harder than he could breathe, and the tremors in his chest were more intense.

Xiang Jin knew that he was in pain, and hurriedly replied: "It's me, Changbai, I've come to see you!" If you're uncomfortable, don't talk! ”

Although he was crying, Xiang Jin still tried to restrain himself and not let himself cry.

"I ...... End...... In...... See...... Arrive...... You...... up, you...... Not...... Affair...... Too...... Good...... ......"

Huo Zhan could only bring out one word in one breath, and his voice was extremely weak, and he almost had to guess what he was talking about.

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