"Yue'er..."
Li Qingmu spoke with difficulty, his voice incredibly hoarse, even struggling to pronounce the last syllable correctly.
He clutched his chest, slowly collapsing onto the ground.
The glazed tiles before him seemed like a dream, gradually dispersing into multiple shadows, becoming increasingly blurry.
His consciousness also began to blur.
Pain!
Pain that stabbed through his heart and crushed his bones!
So painful he couldn't breathe, as if everything around him had stopped operating!
Perhaps because he had endured for so long before, this moment the pain surged up, making it almost unbearable.
Several times, he almost passed out.
But in the end, he still endured bravely.
He knew, he could not fall now, absolutely could not, otherwise, his memory's recovery would be exposed, and then, he would be planted with poisonous insects, becoming a walking corpse.
Yue'er and Rui'er were gone, he had no will to live, but he could not die now!
